Home at last

So I finally made it home, although with out my bags which could cause some major difficulties. Anyway, you just keep going. There's not much point in dwelling on the negatives.

So I finally had a chance to slow down and reflect on life. I came to realise that I'd not really made life easy for myself in the last week or two and that I could have done it all a lot better, or maybe I should say easier. I should have quit the pub a week earlier, I should have done my powerpoint the previous weekend, I should have had less to drink on the weekend, I should have scheduled my flight so I didn't have to leave the day after my viva ... should've, would've, could've. As much as I regret feeling so rubbish in the run up to leaving and that in the last day or two I really didn't feel at all excited to be going home and off to snowboard for a season, I think it might have been the best way to do it. If I had an extra week I think there might have been a bit of a come down, an anti-climax. It might have been nice and relaxing but I would have just been dicking around (or more likely still working away like an idiot trying to sort the corrections in time, which again would have made things a lot easier). I don't know, in the end I think it was quite good to go out in a mad rush. It meant that I didn't have time to worry about anything or second guess anything, I just had to do it all and live with it. And in the end I did pass my viva as well as I could hope to and everything did get sorted out. I might have got a few more grey hairs in the process but oh well, life is meant to be lived, its no fun if you just go through it on cruise control.