I am.. strangely sad at the thought of leaving Cambridge for the holidays. As much as I didn’t really like it at first, this has been an amazing two months. Next term, I will have to be more hardworking (because I now have two new higher-up, considerably intimidating supervisors), and I doubt it'd be as fun as this one was. One term over, eight to go. When you say it that way, we really don’t have much time here.
It's strange because I really, really want to go home (and I've been counting down the days since like a month ago), but at the same time I'll really, really miss the freedom and independence here, as well as the people. And the work =P (seriously! I feel so aimless with nothing to do.) It's a little bit like each place is a holiday from the other. And I've never been so grateful to be here. (: