A chilly day...

Twice in one month - I'm not doing too badly, am I?

I've just been for a walk - it is such a fantastic day: a little chilly, windy - gloriously windy, sunshine, blue sky and heavy clouds. Sounds a bit contradictory, but almost my ideal day! (and it's not even April 25th! ;) )

There isn't much news to tell since last weekend - I don't know if it's psychological or truly the result of Daylight Savings, but the whole week has been one long exhaustion. I was running on about 4 hours sleep (and you know that for me that's not enough!) most days. Maybe I was thinking too much, but I was trying desperately to not-think before I went to sleep - didn't help. I did, however, catch up on a substantial amount of sleep on the train. I seem to have adjusted very quickly: "I don't like sleeping on the train" becomes "oh thank heavens, I can sleep on the train"!! Didn't take long...

Although it's been busy, I have been having so much fun at work! I'm sure that half the time I sound as though I don't know what I'm talking about - and I probably don't - but I'm trying to enjoy everything! Plus, I think once you've screwed up as badly as I did when I was 20, you look at things a little more - rationally? realistically? reasonably? (obviously the word I'm looking for begins with an 'r'!!)

So... it feels like everyone around me is counting the days until I leave (for different reasons obviously!) - I'm still not too sure how many days it is. I know it's less than 2 months. It was exactly 8 weeks on Thursday until I leave - this time, two months' time, I'll be back home - with my baby!! Oh my! I can't wait!! Dad's been fantastic at sending me updates on Lottie, but I have missed her so much. I'm nervous about seeing her again, in case she's forgotten me, but I'm trying not to worry about it! The other day I was imagining getting to Joburg and seeing Dad - it was the first time I was actually picturing it - I'm sure I'm going to be in floods of tears! And I'm not even thinking about saying goodbye to everyone here! It's weird, I feel that I can almost handle the goodbyes, because I had to go through them when I left SA, but the returning? That's going to be something else...