
I’m not actually driving home, i’m going on the train, but i guess Chris Rea’s song wasn’t called ‘going home on the train for christmas’ for a reason…
In the process of packing right now to head back down south tomorrow. This just means that I’m piling everything on my bed but none of it is actually headed for the suitcase just yet. Packing and unpacking are one of life’s ultimate challenges. Why do we do this to ourselves?!
I’m listening to Ben Howard and Benjamin Francis Leftwich as I “pack.” They are keeping me sane!
Merry Christmas guys :)