Where’s that place I live again?

I feel like I don't have a home. I came back from Mexico, spent a week completely shattered from going out with all my mates, a day up in leeds, two days flat working, a week in London, then moved on to Holland for a 5 day tour with the Big Band I'm in, from there to portugal, and from here I'm going home for one night before I leave again for Newquay. It's great to be doing stuff all the time, since it takes my mind of missing Mexico, but it's a bit of a strain on both my wallet and my body - I think I've slept twelve hour nights for the past three or four days! It's all good fun though, and great to spend some time with friends and family, and making some new friends (I hope) in Holland. I have my work cut out for me when I get back too, doing the rest of this assignment with the law firm, and hopefully I'm going to try and line up some work experience in journalism.

For now though, I'm just going to chill out by the pool with a beer and a book (First was Vernon God Little, which was great and now The Lovely Bones, which I can hardly put down) - something I haven't done nearly enough of it seems. Beer in Mexico and Holland wasn't relaxing, it was for parties!

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