When I was in France doing nothing but eating and travelling, I aspired the day when I am back in Rotterdam, back in real life. For it was nice living without responsibilities - until the point that you feel itchy for something more.

I've been back for exactly a week now, it has been an incredibly demanding week. Emotionally and physically, I had to run to merely keep up with life. When I was in Indonesia for winter break, my program coordinator called me to ask whether I would join her team as her teaching assistant for the HC. Being a nerd that I always am I said absolutely.

Now on top of my 3 courses, I have another TA job and a position to lead the Board. Funny how one jumped from one spectrum of tasks to another in a heartbeat.

All eloquency aside, all I want to do is to punch Past Denica on her face.

Funny how humans are never satisfied - I guess complaining is a skill printed in too deep to hide.

I know it is alot and I am baffled by how I managed before but slowly I began to wake up not with dread of the fullness of the day but with a tiny excitement.

But of course, I still want to punch Past Denica on her face.