But I’m off to Dublin and then Spain…
…so things aren’t THAT bad. ;)
28 hours in transit, 48 hours no sleep. I feel like a zombie and I look like one too. Bed time.
I can’t believe I have managed to fit my entire life into a backpack once again (granted, it’s fucking huge). Time to fly.
I sent my best friend a snapchat selfie looking shocking without makeup and a mustache drawn on. She took a screen shot and showed her boyfriend. Trust broken forever.