Two more days of work, then I’m off to Northern Cyprus to see my boyfriend, hurrah!
I cannot wait. Work is torturously slow of late. But I put in my resignation this week, which was a lovely moment. I do wish I had my next job already lined up, but I’m moving to Cyprus either way. Or at least that’s what I’ve told so many people that I really do have to do it, lest I seem like a liar.
It’s terrifying. Such is life sometimes.