thoughts

I’ve now been away from home two months. whilst I’ve been enjoying every new experience and friend I’ve made, it feels as though I’ve been far away for much longer. looking back on moments just two months ago - saying goodbye to friends, final meals, final hugs - I’m somewhat confused. it feels like a completely different timeline, perhaps a lifetime ago. I’m lucky to stay in touch with friends, and occasionally hear the familiar joy of their voices on the phone. but even the most vivid memories of the past year seem to have ingrained themselves as far more distant.

I am safe and surrounded by some wonderful new friends. we share meals and laughs and play UNO in the common room until ridiculous hours. we visit the Lansdown Arms down the road, have checked out a movie at the Depot (our local cinema just a two minutes walk away), and go on regular pilgrimages to TESCO and back.

we love our uni. though having just completed our first week of official classes, I think we’re all excited for a weekend off. hoping to explore Brighton a little more, but I’m already spoiled enough as it is in Lewes. this town is simply one of the most beautiful places to live, and with a non-existent language barrier, right now I’m very tempted to pack up shop and see what a life out here could do for me.

the town is charming. I go for walks down the lanes at night, listening to music and thinking about my friends and family, most of whom are waking up as I look at the stars. I have just over two months until I head home. I’m happy here, and whilst moods change with the weather (which is pretty unpredictable here), I recognise how lucky I am to be here << x