Moving on.

I woke up this morning and felt content.

I've been reading the book Eat. Pray. Love. (Yes, there is a film based on the book, no, I haven't seen it, and I don't know which is better) and its made me understand the past few months of my life a bit better - I can definitely identify with the author, and I can see elements of my life mirrored in what happened in hers. I love reading again.

Its inspired me (again) to re-learn French, and start tinkering with Spanish. Hola, me llamo Verdad. ¿Cómo estás? Yo soy el coño grande (heheheh). This is because I genuinely loved languages, no matter how much I rejoiced as I recycled my AS level French folder, and the amount of complaining I did when I had to do listening work - I loved languages, and as much as I love medicine, science can't be the only language for me. That'd be too... scientific. Science is not a colourful language full of flair. Its a language of numbers and common sense. There are no irregular verbs in science. No sexy words to mutter to oneself. Science is not a language of love. Its a language of necessity. One that I love, but not one I can have an entirely monogamous relationship with. I need polygamy. 

Also, I've come to terms with some things I was struggling with, and after a long talk with Nancy, everything seems to make a lot more sense. This evening, I'm sitting in my living room, highlighting some notes, watching some South Park and feeling happy. I think most of my time since October has been spent feeling pretty numb. Or sad. Or angry. But today, I'm feeling a lot happier about everything.

I've said it a lot over the past few months, mostly under the influence of alcohol, and if its not been under the influence, its usually been triggered by some kind of fantastic one-off event, but I really do love my life.

I can't wait to see the world. India, Vietnam, Dublin, Amsterdam, Paris, Rome, Mexico, Morocco, Cuba, Malaysia, Norway, Sweden and many more. See the sights, meet the people, eat the food, absorb the culture, live the life.

Lesson 23: Reading feeds the soul. Always have a good book in your bag to read whenever you get the time.

Listening to: 9 Crimes - Damien Rice.