I’m sitting on my bed using up my dad’s last megabytes (bless him- he has his moments) and dying of the flu. Okay. Maybe not dying- but it is quite uncomfortable. I’ve been inhaling Vicks and washing my food down with Benylin for the past 2 days- not fun. And, as I am faced with the bleak prospect of having to wake up early tomorrow morning and take a taxi to the doctor’s office (why don’t they do house calls anymore??) there is another, perhaps even more daunting thought in the back of my mind: school starts on Monday.
While I am more than fed up of being home, what with endearing family quirks having turned into soul-twisting and incredibly irritating idiosyncrasies, I must also admit that when the holiday is officially over I’ll just want it all back again. Having to wait 2 whole months before the next holiday is just- unthinkable.
Home is cramping my style, but The System will only drive me insane. Rock. Hard place.
The “hard place” is not really such a bad situation to be in, though.
I’ll have a more reliable internet connection (hallelujah!); I won’t have to cook and clean for anyone (I am just not cut out for the “caring housewife” gig; and I’ll be with my friends again (the TV has been a loyal companion, but it’s not a healthy relationship to be in. And no, I didn’t pick that up from one of the reality shows I watched).
I don’t want to say I’m excited, because that might jinx the whole thing. What I will say is: it’s about damned time! I need to get out there and break- I mean, come through on the New Year’s resolutions which I still have. 😉
This is 3rd year. The graduating year for most- anything can happen. I almost feel like being whimsical and leaving my fate up to a handful of pretty daisy petals. I get this way at the start of a new year. 🙂
Nkhensani Manabe 