So it turns out that first post may have been a little premature.
I woke up this morning with no idea where I was and burst into tears. Not gonna lie, without the adrenaline and moet to prop me up, being in a room with no clothes, no friends and no family is basically the worst way to spend your first half hour of the new year. On the up side I seem to have beaten jet lag, though (Shannon:1 Time zones:0).
Still, to make this transition more palatable I've decided on some new years resolutions.
1. Stop crying.
Seriously, tears at the breakfast table not only make everyone uncomfortable, they also ruins the most delicious meal of the day. Salty soggy weetbix ain't really my thing, yo, even if British food is as bad as I've been told. Excuse me while I man the fuck up.
2. Let's get some shoes.
And clothes. And friends, while you're there. London: you're one stop shop. I have about three outfits at the moment. Call me shallow, but that's really not ok with me. And if my social life revolves around a nine year old, I'm going to go loco.
3. Phone home.
Actually, mum this one's for you. Pick up your damn mobile, I've been phoning for an hour.
Convo spoiler alert: I'm not dead.
4. Relax your body.
Considering I'm shit broke there is actually zero option of going home, even if I want to. So instead of feeling sad and sorry for myself maybe I should just chill out (wow London is cold) (I'm SO FUNNY).
5. Buy a camera.
This is less a resolution than the #1 thing on my list of Things I Want, but 5 resolutions looks better than 4. Side note - Duty free shopping at KL = totally disappointing.
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