This one’s a bit late, as I’ve been home for a week already. Sadly, things didn’t quite pan out as well as I hoped, especially on the way home, and I couldn’t think of this for a while.
Near the end of the vacation I was beginning to look forward to going home, going back to the old routine, but as soon as I crossed our border I realized how utterly rotten this place is. I feel like I need to move out as soon as possible, there’s just no future here. Everything is expensive, everyone is hostile, everything is broken, and it’s cold.
Weight loss is going fine, although not at the unrealistic speed I hoped for. I’m currently ~12kg lighter since the 9th of October. At least another 12kg to go.
