Oh beloved blog, my highly disregarded and ignored lore of treasure and tales, I am back once again to fulfill my duties to which I have so ambitiously laid off. Let’s go… Or rather start, at least. 

Recap of the last couple chapters of this crazy book called life: Aachen/Netherlands with host family, continuous time restraint realizations, Eurotour, changing families. In other words, as what seems to be a pretty repetitive pattern at this point, I have kept slightly unmanageable busy, but in the best way possible, of course.   

I’ll have you all know, that I am doing super duper alleeooper good right now. Eurotour amongst other things put me on a euphoria somewhere over the stars that I can’t imagine ever wearing off. 

Also to be mentioned is my general emotional fragility has been heightened to new extents also following Eurotour as well as in unison with the whole there-is-somehow-only-80-freaking-days-left-what-the-heck-ness. 

Essentially, I have transformed from a slightly mentally stable caterpillar into a borderline bipolar butterfly, but that’s all good because emotions need to be felt sometimes, right? 

OK enough blatant ranting let’s get on to it, shall we?