Or almost like what.. 2 months? Oh well, I’ve been extremely busy. Started my degree project which means that on some days I leave the house at 7AM and come home at 9PM. I barely have any time to hangout with N, not to mention doing other things (like writing here). It’s crazy and stressful but still a whole lot of fun. At least when things go as planned. This week has gone by ridiculously fast and I can’t quite remember if I’ve had the chance to take it easy/rest/sleep properly any one single day of the week…
But it’s worth every minute I spend on it if it gets me somewhere, even though some days I feel like I just want to give up, go home and hide under the blankets for a year or so. I am however extremely grateful for my lovely man who’s very understanding and takes care of everything that I don’t have the time for around the house, and most of all I’m grateful that he hasn’t tried to kill the dog yet.