Apparently, as I have no idea what the hell I’m doing with the rest of my life and I finish this degree in less than three months’ time, instead of thinking about my future I’m returning to my past.
Tonight I have talked with my housemate about school trips to Shoreham Airport, Tesco bakery and Blackland Farm activity centre, watched a video of someone playing the first level of Spyro 2: Gateway to Glimmer, and decided that maybe teaching would be a good job after all; it’s what everyone used to think I would grow up to be when I was little.
I am absolutely fine with this. I will deal with my future when I am ready to. Which is certainly not now. And seemingly not any time soon.