My little brother turned eight a couple of days ago! I was in the midst of exam season so I couldn’t be there unfortunately, but I did buy him a present so there’s that. It’s strange to think that he’s already eight… I sometimes think my sister is eight still, although she’s almost double that. To save my siblings some embarrassment I won’t elaborate too much on how I’ve watched them go from cute floppy useless babies to the annoying but surprisingly smart kids (teenager…?) they are now, and instead maybe I’ll write about myself.
First off: I’ve been writing aimlessly on this blog for 11 years now, which is a pretty substantial chunk of my life. Admittedly, I started initially for the sole purpose of learning how to write coherently. I can’t say whether or not I’ve succeeded considering the fact that I still don’t make very much sense, but there’s probably been some kind of positive progress since then.
Speaking of progress and change, yesterday was the last day of my first year at university. It’s been an interesting nine-or-so months, and I’ve been pretty productive. I don’t think there’s much else to say, I guess. I went to museums and galleries and they were all pretty and inspiring, I watched movies and ate a lot of unhealthy food (though that’s nothing new), and I also spent significantly less time doing work in comparison to last year. Or so that’s how I felt, and that’s nice, not feeling like my life revolved around going to school and then coming home. There’s a bit more to it.
Otherwise, not much to report. Things are happening, I’m still overthinking, and there’s always a lot left to do.