Normality

I feel like I haven't written anything normal in a long time. Seems like I've had a weird period of creativity and other issues. We'll, change is always good so I might as well just write down something very generic now.

Spring is coming, which I am really excited about. The first time you get to put on your sneakers instead of warm winter boots is something I cannot even describe, it's like you survived once again the long, frustrating period of slippery grounds and frozen toes. I feel like I'm filled with energy to do stuff and I'm succeeding in what I do, studying-wise and in other areas as well. It feels crazy that there's only two months left of my first year here, where has the time gone? Tomorrow is the start of the last period of the year, and thanks to the horrifying workload I pushed through in the fall, I have Tuesdays and Friday's off. I'll have time to work out, read, hang out with friends, and whatever I come up with, 'cause the days are only getting longer, my mood is only getting better and we are only young once.

Veganism is still going well, I haven't lapsed not once and I'm still feeling good. I've also been to the gym quite a lot, so maybe this year is actually the year I can plausibly say I'm training for the bikini season. By the way, I had a realization that I have understood something really wrong, as I counted that the fast is actually longer than 40 days. I've been fooled. Or then I just didn't do my research well enough. (Now I had to check, and I had misunderstood the day when you're supposed to start... seems like I took a 1,5 weeks' head start.. oops.)

I've been writing my exchange application for Peru, and I believe I'll manage to finish it next week. Then all there's left to do is to wait until the beginning of May to find out whether my world is going to turn around next spring. Almost literally, as I'd be going to the other side of the world. It is so exciting to search all the courses I could take, I'm now quite set on Peruvian poetry and that kind of stuff. I doubt I'll understand any more of poetry than I do here, but who cares. Everyone will be amazed by how well I speak Spanish, maybe they won't notice that I have actually no idea what the hell I'm talking about. Fingers crossed.