bussing to Durham

thinking on the bus. it’s 6pm and raining and starting to get dark. I’m travelling up through the country to see a friend and hopefully make some new ones. I’m tired and comfortably going to sleep half the way.

I called Isaiah today and it was so special hearing his voice. I’ve been lucky to maintain contact with some of the most important people in my life since making it to England. I’m still making new friends on campus, and our study lodge is a safe haven of tea, biscuits, trips to the pub and hugs. I’ve landed myself in a very lucky spot, and I’m not taking this for granted.

I’ve been missing home, more specifically my people back home. it’s been over two months already, and we’re getting close to the halfway point of the adventure. each day brings new challenges and blessings, many of which I’d never imagine encountering back home. fair to say this has been an exercise in growth in many ways for me already. for this I’m grateful.

I’ve been sketching faces and taking photos and listening to music, reading as well. just need to get back into writing and I’ll be really happy with myself. most importantly, I’ve been spending time with wonderful friends. I feel genuinely cared for here. and I have so much to be thankful for.

nerves and excitement on being in Durham this weekend. I’m lucky to be keeping the adventure alive on my breaks from uni. and I feel really good about this visit. hope you’re well and safe << x