back again

thunder and lightning tonight. I can hear the rain on the window beside me as I type. it’s very warm up here, and although the sea makes for wonderful swimming I wish it were cooler at night.

the place is mostly as I left it. a few new characters, old friends happy to see me and generous with their time and interest in my life over recent weeks. I’ve missed some of them lots without realising. life here is nice without classes yet. we caught a ferry to some disgustingly wealthy suburb, laughing at the size of the houses and the fact that no amount of money can prevent some people from having bad taste. swimming at the beach, watching the oncoming storm hanging over the city.

preparing to commit to another semester, knowing of my own inability to escape the hurdles into which I’ll be tripping over the coming months. already missing home. always missing Lewes and the friends I found there.

trying to go gently without angering myself. also trying to sleep. <<