whilst I sleep, more often than not I find myself back in Lewes. whether it’s on the bus to rehearsals, at Lansdown or in room 53 with my beautiful friends, it feels as though my dreams are my waking up from my days at home. it’s lovely to see my friends from far away in these dreams. but waking up is always difficult.
I stayed on camp for a bit this week. it helped me refocus on what is important in my life, and what I generally care about. the kids were fantastic and over the course of three days I was lucky to find some purpose and develop some meaningful connections. I’m lucky to still have camp.
I just heard from Jan, just through a voice message. he was talking about how our time in Lewes feels so long ago, because we are all so far away. I guess I understand, though I still seem to see him and everyone in my sleep, so it’s harder to recognise. I miss that life so much. << x
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