It's nearly 5am. I'm sitting in a hotel room in London where I stayed for my layover en route to school in Scotland (after a 7 hour flight, 4 hours of which a child sitting near me was SCREAMING). I have slept a total of maaaaaaaaybe 5 hours (if I'm lucky) in the past 48 hours. I'm exhausted and I won't be able to sleep right away when I get to school because I have a ton of administrative stuff to do before the end of the day. I want to curl up in a ball and cry. I hate travelling. I'm so used to it that I go on autopilot to finish the two day trip it takes to get to school, but in that time I feel like something inside me just goes dead, dormant, like I have to shut down all my emotions in order to keep it together. I dread this trip every time I have to take it.

Positive vibes would be much appreciated.