How is it already the end of July? How is it that my so-called summer holidays end in two weeks? And how is it that, as of today, I'm fully booked until mid-October? I would like to withdraw from adult responsibilities, please.
In all honesty though, I'm eternally grateful that I get to experience and partake in so many things, but I'm busy nurturing a teeny, tiny mid-life crisis over here, and I'm kind of wanting to take some time off to focus on it and our future together
The problem with mid-life crises though, is that they're expensive, and my super-ego is too busy telling me to be responsible and take care of things to allow me to run away to a retreat where I get to be all by myself as I weave Harris tweed in a desolate black house on Lewis.
