Happiness

I'm hungover and irritatingly cheerful, it's fun.

I went home this weekend. 'Home' in the sense of my hometown, where my family still resides. I had a few drinks, had a few laughs, gave my nephew his birthday present. It's going to irritate his mum after a week or two, but I don't care. We had quite a lovely conversation, which originally started with me testing his memory.

"What do I do in [my current city]?" I asked

"You're a nurse."

"And is that cool?" I queried, to the Spiderman-loving 4 year old.

"Yes."

It's official.

So yes. I currently quite like life. It's a bit good. And I have my second week ahead. Things can only get better, methinks.