A story of how things in life come in their right places

Saturday is a hard day for serious work. However, we all gathered all of our strength left before the day off and finalized, as much as possible the work at the Upper House at Plas Brynkir. I, myself, was finishing the section drawings and grid plans of my own trench and helped others with whatever I was useful with. All in all it wasn't that big of a day when it comes to events. Well, maybe except for the fact that our groups of 3 were changed and I was now in a group with Alex and Warren and most of all: I now had the white hat! Promotion time! Now... I have a few very important things to say so make sure you read with both eyes! I am going to skip telling you about our day off activities and will take a slight curve on my established behavior-pattern in this blog. Today, as I am writing this, is the 7th of August, namely - my birthday! I am not writing this to make a big deal out of it, my intentions are far from that. The reason I am telling you this is because I do seek to share my happiness. Since I was very young I knew I wanted to be an archaeologist. I know everybody says that but it is very true. And all the time after I had made that decision my life was filled with people trying to tell me I shouldn't become one. I even went to a uni in Bulgaria, studying something quite different. But I hoped nothing could keep me away from archaeology. And here I am today, having the best present I could ever imagine- and I gave it to myself. I owe so much to Mark Baker for being here, for I have learned more than I have ever hoped for and he will excuse my cheesiness because today is my birthday. Truth is today is not about celebrating, it's about having another day as an archaeology student and being continuously happy that I had the guts to go away from everything I knew to find everything I wanted!