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Bye bye beautiful
Don't bother to write...
Home. It's a strange feeling. I still love England with all my heart but I feel less like I actually live here, we'll see what happens when I go up to London this weekend. For those of you that have my spanish number; it no longer works. The english one is back online and in my possesion. So let's go out?
Ideas that I'd held for years, emotional baggage, hopes and fears
Seen somehow in a different light, not as wrong..but not as right as they seemed before.
Was I different then?
Have I changed?
Will I change again?
The last few days in Valencia were a blur of goodbyes, silent and spoken, something that I'm getting more used to as time goes on. And I know you can go back, though things will never be the same. Though that part of my life is still far from over thanks to a short email from my university in London today stating that I am "required" to do resits to improve my grades in French and French Translation. I have responded saying that I will retake French but am unlikely to pass French Trans regardless of how hard I work. So this summer is now going to be even more of a blur of french grammar, Montreal, moving house, reading festival, Taking Back Sunday, Alexisonfire (ohmygodfinally), Bergerac and finally back to Valencia to finish off..though it does seem sort of apt that I will be returning full circle this year. I do wonder just how much things have changed this year. I still flip out over stuff, but I dont get pathetic anymore...I get angry for 10 minutes then resign myself to sorting things out. Is this growing up?
But I miss it, oh I miss it already...you never know what you have until it's gone. Without the university there this year would have been casi perfecto. So maybe I will dance my way through this summer knowing that I'm going back to visit for a week in september, even if it is to do exams.
And there's something to be said for best friends. I can't wait to have mine back within walking distance.
Don't bother to write...
Home. It's a strange feeling. I still love England with all my heart but I feel less like I actually live here, we'll see what happens when I go up to London this weekend. For those of you that have my spanish number; it no longer works. The english one is back online and in my possesion. So let's go out?
Ideas that I'd held for years, emotional baggage, hopes and fears
Seen somehow in a different light, not as wrong..but not as right as they seemed before.
Was I different then?
Have I changed?
Will I change again?
The last few days in Valencia were a blur of goodbyes, silent and spoken, something that I'm getting more used to as time goes on. And I know you can go back, though things will never be the same. Though that part of my life is still far from over thanks to a short email from my university in London today stating that I am "required" to do resits to improve my grades in French and French Translation. I have responded saying that I will retake French but am unlikely to pass French Trans regardless of how hard I work. So this summer is now going to be even more of a blur of french grammar, Montreal, moving house, reading festival, Taking Back Sunday, Alexisonfire (ohmygodfinally), Bergerac and finally back to Valencia to finish off..though it does seem sort of apt that I will be returning full circle this year. I do wonder just how much things have changed this year. I still flip out over stuff, but I dont get pathetic anymore...I get angry for 10 minutes then resign myself to sorting things out. Is this growing up?
But I miss it, oh I miss it already...you never know what you have until it's gone. Without the university there this year would have been casi perfecto. So maybe I will dance my way through this summer knowing that I'm going back to visit for a week in september, even if it is to do exams.
And there's something to be said for best friends. I can't wait to have mine back within walking distance.
JUL 22, 2008 12:08 PM
Welcome back, in a way. An adjustment period for you. Plus, hell, French translation this summer? Ack. Is it hard to change gear for languages.
Montreal! Argh!. The offer of carrying stuff to help when you move house still stands, btw. Just give me a shout.
You're in London this weekend? Are you coming drinking with us? I forget. 
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