Booking Flights

A year ago today, on the brink of a spectular mental breakdown, I booked a (very expensive) transatlantic flight for the next day, and spent 10 hours on Christmas tipsy and sleep deprived 35000ft above the big blue ocean. I was a bit of a mess to the say the least.

This year I am booking more flights, and I'm still a mess, but not quite as bad as last time. They're for a trip to go see one of my favourite bands and stay with one of my oldest friends next month, and I know it's going to make me very happy. I haven't solved any of the problems that I felt I was facing this time last year, but I think I have grown a little as a person, and I've got some ideas about how I'm going to figure my shit out.

Merry Christmas y'all ✌️