I do not do well on my own. I mean, I am independent and am perfectly capable of doing things that only require my amazing self but moving to a different country and meeting new people? That’s an entirely different story for me. So you can imagine my surprise when I realised that I’ve been in a different country without a parent to rely on for more than an entire month. Jaw dropping, mind-blown, running around in circles, screaming obscene words astonished. I’m adulting really good. Guaranteed, I’ve been living off basic student food i.e. Nutella on toast, cereal and oats and of course, pasta but hey, I’m still here, alive and breathing right? Wrong. I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing (literally, nasal congestion) because of the inevitable ~fresher’s flu~ I’ve not-so-willingly caught. And a contributing factor may also be the fact that I haven’t had any proper vegetables or fruit in the past couple of weeks. Turns out eating salads just isn’t enough to say you’ve fulfilled the 5 vegetables/fruit a day requirement. Who knew, right? So now, here I am, in my bed on Friday night at 7:30pm all by my lonesome, breathing in bacteria-infested oxygen whilst my friends are partying it up, because I refuse to launch myself further into the sickness spectrum. You see I make good adult decisions? A+.
I’m having pasta for dinner tonight.
