God I'm tired. Emotionally, physically, mentally exhausted.
But I wanted to let you know that I was home. That I will be trying hard to stick to the good resolutions laid out in the obligatory, end-of-OBT letter to myself. That I will therefore be looking for creative career/life alternatives. And that I will be doing all this while taking many early Eurostars.
So if you see a little brunette in a black suit snoozing in business class on the 7am to St Pancras, please feel free to tuck a little note under my complementary breakfast with your suggestions for what I should do next.
There will be prizes.