Arts University Bournemouth: The Return for 2015

Traveling back
This trip back to England reminded me of everything I hate about flying as a way of transportation. I ordered a plane in the evening because I though I could use the day to finishing of packing my stuff. I had totally forgotten that this was the time of the year where it seems like EVERYONE travels home after the Christmas holiday, which of course makes everything more complicated. More people, more waiting, and late planes. So together with all the checking, scanning, qeueing, waiting, and so on, the plane had also need to be late, and therefore the planned traveling from the airport to Bournemouth was impossible to catch.

Luckily I met a fellow students with the same problem, and in both our misery we took the closest train to Bournemouth, and shared a Taxi to get home. She was able to make the long and boring trip a more fun and adventures one.

Coming back in a dream
Finally coming "home" again to my flat was a weird feeling. It was the feeling of suddenly reliving a dream, and suddenly realizing that it was real all along. Cold, hungry and tired it was time to sleep, and use the next day to get comfy again.

I suddenly found a Facebook statues and was really shocked, because there had been a fire in the flat of my student friend. I sat there, staring at the screen, with the strange feeling one get, when an serious accident occurs with someone close you care about. Luckily the Facebook post stated that she was fine.


Starting up
Tomorrow will be the first day of the rest of the school year, so I have a lot to look forward too. I still have some homework that needs to be done though, but the deadline isn't until May.