Third day in a row of 14+ hours in the office. SO. MUCH. TO. DO.
And with one decision the next 12 months of my life appears.
a plan for Paris. Spain in November. Holidays and winter in Paris. Home for a month here and there to photograph clients and catch up on technicalities.
Panic that I won’t get my visa. Panic that I will get in trouble for working. Just general paranoya continues.
Perhaps I should visit a therapist.
Half the time I am ready for my own home again. My own space.
The other half of the time I want to sell (the rest of) everything I own and travel travel travel.
Wanderlust wins out.
Now If only I can figure out how to live without heels.
