It’s my day off again and here I am contemplating on yet another big decision:
should I go out and should I just stay cozy at home?
Exactly 2 months after my 2-week journey outside UK, I found myself lurking into the 4 halls of my bedroom most of days and I am beginning to question myself what is happening to me? Ever get the feeling where you badly want to go on and do some more exploring but something just keeps pulling you back? And that some thing meant my body, or maybe it’s just pure laziness. Sigh. I’m blabbering nonsense again. I should head out now… or not… we’ll see