I’m at an all girls private school in the mountains where the girls don’t have access to technology (Internet and phones) and it’s making me realize I was right when I told my Dad I wanted to go to boarding school. One like this anyway. My highlight thus far was a ball organized and run by the girls with Romeo and Juliet acted out and then the girls dancing to the regular 15y.o. fave bangers (I presume); in fancy dresses and sneakers. They’re all so lovely and their cabins that they live in are decorated AMAZINGLY.
Time is being really strange, I don’t have enough of it and then it stands still, but I still can’t get anything done. The weather is fine and it seems like the house is built for this, a slight breeze moves through the whole house and the Greek neighbours singing is competing with the labourer’s Meatloaf. It makes me want to abandon my plans to abandon this pink carpet and Ruben’s leafy retreat. I am going to the mountains today.