I am going to do volunteering work in Tanzania. In September. The whole September.
I'm happy to fly with Qatar. Flights both ways are like 769. Not cheap, but a week ago I paid 350 for a flight from zrh-dub.
Funny I'm always hesitant. Always doubting if the thing I'm doing is correct. But oh shit! That supposed to be a journal, so I'll be writing about my day, my shitty-made day. What is journal supposed to be about anyway?
I'm gonna have a life – that'll be like – yea, that's my life.. dope as fuck.