Who am I kidding? By noon the fog had somewhat dispersed. And I am now lying on my bed, enjoying the sun rays. It's a beautiful day. There were boys kicking a ball around, oh and a topless hippie-haired dude. Then there was a lone ranger sitting under a tree, having a smoke. It reminds me of the countless days in September, after the summer semester when I spent everyday reading books on my bed, the sun warming my toes.
I have only 20 more weekends left in Glasgow. I'm absolutely stoked to go home and see my new nephews Moses, Aidan and Adrian and the rest of the family, that I'm quite forgetting the fact that hey, my time here is running out. My (semi) independence from family obligations, freedom, constant company, weather, culture; all these things I will miss. Dad said to take one step at a time, not bounding up the stairs like I always do, many many steps a time. "Don't worry about the future, Fi, just find joy in your present time." Dad seldom say things like that, so I shall try to take his advice to heart. Though for a worry wart, living in the present doesnt come quite naturally.