I've been waking up at 7:30 for two days now. It's great. I've almost forgotten what it feels like to be outside in the morning - the gentle sunshine, the cool air, the birds chirping. Yeah, morning is a beautiful time.
Hostel life has robbed me of this for two years! I mean, I do wake early sometimes but it's only occasional. Waking early is not a new thing, of course, considering that I've had to do that for 16 years of my life, all the way from kindergarten to NS. The "freedom" that hostel life gave me has allowed me to sleep and wake at arbitary timings and even oversleeping has become not unusual. I'm starting to appreciate waking up early, and I never thought I would!
