There's an escape in running around, paintball guns in hand, ducking, slipping, sliding. It's hard to imagine why I was apprehensive about going paintballing in the first place but it's really one of those things that allows you to leave everything else behind. Afterall, what could be more important than surviving a battle and seeing a mission through, right? We came home tired and hungry but with battle scars and war stories to trade.

Just as easily as you slip into the world of paint-combat, you slip out to realise that there are some battles that aren't as simple and quick as those 10 minute ones. Days have begun to merge into an endless stream of lectures and coursework - even paintballing seems like a whole lifetime ago. So much so that I have come to enjoy my bus rides home from uni, when the sun is sinking and the city is slowing down. It seems to be the only time when it's acceptable to be content just listening to music and staring out onto the the streets.

It's the end of the week. Thank goodness it's the end of the week.

Yes, after what seems like an eternity (approximately 5 and a half weeks, I think), we finally have internet at home.
Honestly, it feels somewhat miraculous - the weeks of hoping, and wishing and hoping some more. For now, we're all still enjoying the novelty of being able to connect to the world so do excuse my the sudden flurry of posts.