It has been 3 months and 6 days since I arrived home in England. As is probably evidenced by my European travels and lack of day-to-day posting, I've settled in pretty well. Work has become more interesting since taking on the company website and with it getting to grips with its inner workings, which has eased the more mundane tasks of answering the phone and paper shuffling. Though these are not unuseful skills to have, of course.

So I sit, firmly in the middle of what was an overseas adventure, discovering a love of some things and a hate of others, and the prospect of a future reading and churning out essays, returning to full time education further discovering a love of some things and the ability to avoid others. A strange apathy has surmounted me, no longer so eager to travel the country (following a smashed wing mirror down the country lanes that drive me to my desk each day), no longer so eager to fulfil all life's travel/reading/film watching ambitions in a day. But no matter. Another 3 months is to pass and with it I am sure the apathy that accompanies the settled lifestyle of a full time job, which admittedly I enjoy, but admittedly groan about as the alarm rings each morning.