Life On Mars : Why does everything happen so quickly

Oh hello!

I wrote 3 blogposts since August and have I published one of them? No I have not. My lack of consistency in regards to blogposts infuriates me.

It's February already. February. I'm getting very anxious about the amount of time that is rushing by, I'm in my second semester of 2nd year already, and I've already sent off all my applications for my year abroad next year. I still don't really know what I'm doing or where I'm going with everything, but I'm kind of in a little bubble at the moment. I guess everyone feels the same way (maybe all the time) but it's affecting me more and more as I get closer and closer to going 'abroad' for a year. I hate the word abroad, it's such a British word in my opinion. I already feel like I'm abroad.

I finally quit that job of mine. I'm relieved to say the least. It's not that it was a bad job, it's the fact that I had absolutely no time to do anything else I wanted. I haven't drawn in about 2 months, and I've been reading the same book since before the Christmas holidays. I know it might sound a little trivial, but it feels like I'm losing myself slightly. My university course doesn't thrill me at the moment, and I was constantly worried about all the work I had to do when I got home - only to collapse on the nearest surface and try and sleep the constant tiredness I really couldn't shake off. To top it all off I was quite sick and everything snowballed and I was a ball of stress. I need to calm down more, I get too anxious and wound up about the smallest things.

This wasn't meant to be such a depressing post. I don't really know what happened there. I just don't have much to say at the moment really. I;m doing uni, I'm keeping afloat and trying to learn German while keeping up my French (despite the fact that I only have 2 contact hours of French per week).

Quite a bit has happened since August though! I went to Berlin for my birthday, and Copenhagen for Christmas. It seems like quite a while ago thinking about it now, I think it's because I haven't written for too long.

Nothing will ever top travelling. It makes me feel so free and liberated. I always have that feeling of getting on a plane and always having the possibility of not taking a return flight back, of just leaving everything and exploring new possibilities. I used to feel like that last year, Glasgow is taking its toll on me and I will take every chance I can get to leave the city for a while. Claustrophobic is a slight understatement. You know when you just don't feel like yourself?

Christmas was absolutely wonderful though, that made me feel a lot better about many things. Christmas with my family is fantastic, but it was so interesting to be somewhere else for a change. It felt rather strange without them to tell the truth, but I had a blast. I cannot speak a word of Danish so the language barrier did make me feel awkward and a bit of a nuisance at times, but being welcomed into someone else's Christmas festivities was both amazing and terrifying.

I've fallen more in love with Denmark than I have before. I really cannot understand why I love it so much, there's just something about it that I identify and find comfort in. The countryside makes me feel so calm and fresh. I'm a little infatuated with the culture, the food and the people. Safe to say I'm going to live there one day, I know it. When you know you know. Learning danish on the other hand...that will take me several years at the very very least...

I don't really have many pictures, this is just a blogpost to help me start writing again. I need to get my creativity out of the dusty cupboard it's bee hiding in. Not being creative makes me very sad.