6 flights, 1 hotel, 1 apartment and an old country cottage. This is my summer.
Ridiculous amounts of packing, silly amounts of drinking and an overdose of Jeremy Kyle and the ‘Viva’ music channel.
So much planning, so much organising, for what? I really don’t feel as if i’ve achieved anything…
It’s been good. Catching up with friends & family etc, but gone it is and soon i’ll be back to the same old routine of my life in Dubai. Coming back to England for a 2 month holiday- you feel like the world’s your oyster and it’s never gonna end, until one day it creeps up on you and your conscience is telling you it’s time to go back to Dubai- away from everything I know.
Don’t get me wrong, Dubai is an amazing experience and a diverse place to live but I just want a bit of normality now. To go to a normal college and do normal things with normal people who aren’t £1345672345678543 pounds rich.
Well that’s life, in an ideal world i’d stay here and just get on with things. But we don’t live in an ideal world- do we?
