This is our last dance. This is ourselves.

Tuesday, 10 August 2010

Giddy Stratospheres.

Summers are just not what they used to be.

They obviously changed. When we were very young, it was paddling pools and ice creams and bike rides and the beach.
Naughty teenage years, "sit offs" and visiting houses and parks. The independence of a job with the benefits of the night time and Sowie Thursdays. Hangovers and naps and relaxing from the exams and HOLIDAYS. Beautiful beautiful holidays to places where the sun exists and beaches are taken for granted.

Now. Internships, placements, expeditions, full time jobs, standing orders and joint accounts. The independence of a job and a flat with seemingly tiny-in-comparison benefits. Getting excited about more work hours at Cult (where I decided to stay) and a 60p pay rise. Feeling constantly heartbroken about saying "yes" to more hours. Living for September rather than clinging on to every precious day of freedom. Feeling very much like a child pretending to be a grown up.

It's boooooooring.

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