It never ceases to amaze me that the closer I get to something I want the further away it seems. Whilst that sounds dramatic my concern at the moment is only for the end of the holidays. I realize it seems strange that one would actually want to go back to study, the grueling pressure, the early mornings, the chilling maceration of your soul as you wait in the rain for an always late train to arrive… what a pretty picture. However, there is great joy to be had in actually doing something, anything, when you’ve been doing next to nothing for months on end.
What all of this comes down to is the fact that I can’t wait for Uni to start again, but as the days decline in number they seem to increase exponentially in length. The relativity of time is generally accepted, even Psychologically so I don’t really have cause to wonder why things seem so slow, however knowing the cause will do little to prevent me from complaining of the effect. I think the feeling is worsened by the fatigue embued from my still-adjusting sleep schedule, or maybe I just can’t get there quick enough…
