I am currently 10 minutes away from leaving this house in which I have resided for a week. It's been fun. There is officially nothing to do around these parts, so it was exciting to see in which ways we would make our own fun. Like yesterday, we spent at least half an hour throwing sycamore leaves - the kind of childish good humour I enjoy.
This said, I am distinctly looking forward to going home, sleeping in my own, uncomfortable bed, and catching up with the football. Sounds quite pleasant to me. Meanwhile, I have the flights to contend with, and airports, and security, and the small matter of lying/not saying anything to customs officials. What fun.