The only thing that is making me work through this week is knowing that at the end of it I get to go home again. It's one of those times where everything possible is happening. The last minute music essays my university decided to throw in are due, I have exams, someone wants to view the house, the landlord is coming over to inspect my ex housemates room. And the list of things goes on...
I feel bad that I seem to be at a music university, yet I'm failing to do anything musically productive. At the moment it just seems that everything that I plan and want to do is being thrown involuntarily underneath the pile. But hey, I knew this wasn't going to be a walk in the park. I just didn't appreciate how hard the responsibilities of living away from home could be.
Hopefully this is just a faze, and when I get home I'm going on a recording spree and I'll be able to forget about this. I can taste mum's cooking already!