With the deadline drawing oh-so-near my Final Year Project (or FYP) has been taking up so much time. Since Mark went back to Malta I feel like I've been working on it non-stop. It's true that I had little or no actual writing to do, but as this piece of work could make or break my degree I wanted to make sure it was spotless. I say "was" because it's now printing downstairs. The work isn't over though, oh no, there's still much to be done, mainly with a highlighter and some numbering.
Even though it's not quite over, I can feel my eyes already starting to turn to summer and the joys of Malta once again. I long to feel that sun, the ocean around me, and the company of that Mark that I love on a more permanent basis.
To be honest, when I look back at that time, almost a year ago now, I would never have imagined that it would go so fast. This last year has probably been the best so far, in my education, probably even my life, and certainly since I became a teenager.
The possibility of moving out in a year or two is also one of those that I am coming to really look forward to. I've enjoyed hanging on to my childhood, it's true, but my time at home is becoming tiresome, there are moments in this family home when I long not to be living here. I love my parents, but sometimes I don't agree with the way they deal with my brother, or even each other.
Easter, certainly, taught me that, though me and Mark are both tidy people we cannot be contained within one room and be content. The smallest things annoy me such as the movement of cushions or the appearance of items on my shelves. It seems that with this room I'm more territorial than I first thought.
On the plus side, Mark seems to quite like House, which I see as a key advantage for him. He's also hooked on Dr Who. I think he'll fit in just fine over here.
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