I am to wake up at the crack of dawn (the only bad thing about the holidays, minus the leaving to come home part, is the waking up at 6am to begin the travels to the sunny destination part) tomorrow morning to aim to get ready to sit in the back of a car from 7:30am till about 8pm at night. Oh my life. The idea of driving to France has never been in my favor, it has always encouraged me to start thinking about the idea of inventing the ability to apparate (Harry Potter style), but I suppose I have simply never got round to it. To say that my second year at university has been ridiculously hectic would be a complete understatement. It has been a cross between a season of Jersey Shore and Gossip Girl, who knew so much could happen in such a short amount of time? The strange thing about UOG is that a night out a week ago seems like a month ago. Time goes so fast and things move along and happen so quickly, when something rather miss-pleasing occurs because time goes so fast at UOG it's so much easier to get over that miss-pleasing incident so much faster than it would be in reality. University life truly is a bubble. When you come back home things catch up with you and you have time to dwell over all that has happened and it all comes a bit of a shock how much has occurred and how much you've learned. I feel that over eight months of University second year life I have learned eight years of knowledge! (most of which, I am ashamed to say, isn't knowledge based on education, more so knowledge in life and growing up)What a better way to contemplate over those past eight extraordinary months than at my house in France? I pray for good weather but fake bake has already been applied and packed JUST in case. However no tights, leggings etc have been packed, simply bikinis, my denim high wasted hot pants and summer reads consisting of Stephen Fry, Nick Hornby and Bill Bryson (the Harry Potter hardbacks weighed a ton in my leather case and simply have to be left at home), so I'm taking the risk and packing for a guarantee of good weather. Here's to hopin'.
Other than any suitable English weather based clothing I am also leaving behind my Blackberry (my child, pretty much) and therefore cutting off any access to facebook whatsoever. I am thoroughly looking forward to this, however I do have my fears. The amount of people who tell me I over use my phone is excessive. I sleep with my Blackberry, it is the last thing I look at before I go to sleep and the first thing I look at when I wake up in the morning, I'm obsessed. As for facebook, we are all over compulsive users. Whether we are too afraid to admit it or not, we browse, we comment, we 'like', we stalk, we chat, ALL OF THE TIME.
It's sad really, but we are all so consumed by technology that I am afraid that I may have the slight chance of experiencing a mini break down during my holiday and Father will have no choice but to book me on the first flight back to England just so I can get my fix.
During the Easter holidays I suggested to my friends that I would leave my phone at home whilst visiting family in York for a few days and they simply laughed, shook their heads and told me I would never be able to do it - I wasn't. I grabbed my phone last minute just before we were about to journey to York, I crumbled. But hey, what's the difference of a few days to a few weeks huh? Three weeks without texting, calling, bbming, and all that facebook has to offer. I'm determined to do it just to simply get a little more grounded in life and get my feet back on the ground a little.
So in three weeks time, expect a post filled with photos of the French countryside, and expect another post either exclaiming that I succeeded or failed. Here's to three weeks without technology! oo err...
