So now that I'm post-exam, I have the freedom to figure out the details of my move, and to plan some sort of adventure with this, my last big block of vacation time.
The thing about studying is that it gives you a very clear sense of purpose. Now, I wake up late and mosey around with an unsettling sense that I really should be doing something.
Facts:
1. Moving is unpleasant.
2. Planning a vacation is stressful. Especially if everyone keeps on hyping it as "The last summer vacation you'll ever have." Which I suppose is true...
Say you had four weeks off. (I really should have stopped and appreciated this more back in grade school...) What would you do? It's almost like there are too many options.
Also, if anyone has leads on a nice one bedroom in Kitsilano, I'm all ears.
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