My 10-day break ends tonight and it feels like going back to first week of May all over again, like going back to the new office/department all on my own all over again and what-again.

I am hanging on there. It wasn't too pessimistic but I am jus still alittle on the worrying side. But I am looking forward and already counting down to 10 weeks from now. Because it will be everything but this- Paris, Lucerne, Chamonix, train rides, shopping, eating, sightseeing, my holiday, family holiday, Paris aunt.

Because, it was a dream from 5 years ago, after I stepped foot on and came back from Barcelona.