May 29, 2009 21:57
Because it seriously sucks to be reminded that I actually do have to go "home", regardless of where I'd actually prefer to be (which is here, dammit). I've been having a lovely time, drowsy and green (and actually sunny some of the time, and I don't mind sitting inside and drinking gorgeously strong and sweet and milky tea when it's rainy). Spent the last week and a half in Co. Donegal, which has frighteningly narrow country roads bordered by high hedges, and lots and lots of cows and sheep (was in a quite small town a ways inland). It's... stunningly green and overgrown, especially to a girl born and raised in a "semi-arid" climate -- means it's "not quite a fucking desert, but with the worst lawns in the world, because nothing grows if not tended to, except bindweed (which kills everything else)". And I've spent many a lazy day cuddling and chatting and watching films and shows and whatnot. Seen the first season of Death Note, plus a bunch of movies -- Milk and The Station Agent last night, and most notably the Battlestar Galactica film, Leon The Professional.... em, quite a few more, too.
Currently back in Armagh, in a house with both computer and phone. I'm somewhat amused and appreciative of the fact that my mother is convinced that the charge to call her is very very high, which means I don't have to call her often, and she hangs up quite quickly... a nice change.
So, the visa in my passport says "Leave to Enter for Six Months"... so is it worth it to just not fly back on the 15th of June? *wistful smile* School doesn't start until the third week of August, I could cancel this ticket and transfer to another... and... yea, I shouldn't try to talk myself into it, because I might very well succeed.