Well, today is my last day in Glasgow with K, the girl who’s been my best buddy here for the last …  6 months. We’re both off travelling, finally- we both thought we were unlikely to be able to afford it a lot of times over the winter – there were times I couldn’t afford to eat, let alone save, so it’s neat that we both get to do what we want now. We’re gonna be back in Glasgow at various points through the summer, but will miss each other by a few hours/days.

So it’s our last day! This seems kind of mental. I really haven’t given it a lot of thought til right now, 8.50 am, I’m working reception at the hostel after a long night out at Vegas (on the Ferry). Cleverly I started drinking tea when we got to the flat, so even though we were up til 5am I’m not too bad today, ha. Well, now I’m thinking about it, and I just can’t *imagine* not having K around, she’s become my family, as have P and M of the flat. Being alone, travelling, kind of scares the shit out of me. again. I don’t even know if I’ll have enough money, realistically. I’ve paid my deposits (which get refunded when you complete your shifts- stops you running off into the fest without working) for working festivals- and I’ve paid nearly £400, so if I run out of money partway through the summer, I’m in deep shit, cause I’ll lose that. I’ve just sort of crossed my fingers, plotted and schemed, and hopefully everything will come together. As opposed to falling apart :s

Being alone again is going to be weird. I like it, apart from the obvious loneliness, I wouldn’t have it any other way- gives me the freedom to meet up with friends, decide when and where and what, without having to consider what someone else wants to do. What I’m doing this summer isn’t really most people’s cuppa. It’s gonna be a bit rough sometimes, okay, really rough most of the time, long hours, not much sleep. I’m too bloody headstrong to travel with someone else anyway. I’ve gotten way comfortable in Gla, there’s usually some form of good company to be had, lots of cosy places to sleep and most of the time work. It does feel like I’m leaving home all over again, I’ll miss my city, and I’ll really miss the culture. In my opinion the english culture can sometimes be a little bland in comparison. Not always. I don’t really think that’ll apply at festivals with names like the Sunrise Celebration and Big Green Gathering and Beatherder. These places have SAUNAS in TEEPEES. Wigwams. Or whatever they are. And they Ommm. Really.

Today we’re going out to Loch Lomond and Balloch – guided by the lovely S, a former hostel long-termer (my first roommate and the first person I met) , and  C, who have been promising me a day trip to somewhere pretty for yonks. Taking K’s parents, who are in town at the moment (and, by the way, are awesome, they partied with us til the crack of dawn, K’s dad with a blue feather boa he recieved as some sort of gift from someone at Vegas) so it’ll be a proper family outing.

Completely obsessed with this song – and this band – at the moment. As is everyone else who works here, and at City Centre Hostel – when night shift J gets on at 12am, first thing he does is put this on. I spent yesterday’s 4 hour shift clicking ‘repeat’- still not sick of it. It sounds like a summer night in a friend’s passenger seat, driving past the sea on rocks road, and sticking your hands, then your arms, head, as much of me as possible without falling out, out the window, salty air, and singing.