I'm sittng here.
At 007 hostel. With my backpack. And bag of food.
I'm about to go to Bath. Then Stonehenge. I feel obligated to go soon, but part of me wants to sit here and relax. Part of me wants to get a sandwich at Tesco.
This trip is odd, sometimes I pass up a perfect photo opportunity because I'm hungry or I want to get to my next hostel. Or I'm just plain weary. The sense of having things work out..
It's like a videogame, each level getting harder. But it's real life. Can't I hit save, go back home and back up my photos, take a nice hot shower and press continue? I could but that would cost a lot of moolah in plane tickets, haha.
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