Cold spring days. Where art thou sun?
Ahoy there.
School’s out for a week. Well, we’re already half way through that week. The so-called break is just to deceive us poor students into thinking it’s a week of ho-li-da-aays, when in fact its just one week of no classes but many assignments. I had good intentions of doing a lot of work, but thus far they’ve yet to manifest into actions.
I’m spending a short while in Canberra to hang out with the family. My guilt of being a less than perfect daughter/sister has me devoting this short stay mainly to family time. But again, good intentions don’t necessarily manifest into perfect reality.
Canberra. The sense of old familiarity. Nothing seems to change.
