Paris to Lewes

the train took us to London. a metro to Victoria Station. another train to Brighton. reuniting with Nadia, Mat, Lukas and Fieke - surreal and beautiful, cooking and eating the pesto pasta dish we always used to share. spontaneous decision to board a bus to Lewes. big emotions stepping off at Lewes High Street to face rhe White Hart.

ghosts in the home we used to call our own.

room 53, my former haunt, upper level in the middle. surreal. the light was on in Eliu’s room, as though she hadn’t left. big feelings, somewhat unsettling. we need to return in the daytime.

spirits shifted - returning to Lansdowne, enjoying a pint of Old Rosie (the local cider I used to share with Meredith). the tables have changed and that’s about it - we could still queue songs on the iPad on the wall. laughing and laughing as though we’d been there last week.

bus back to Brighton. Nash, Joel, Mat and I journeyed through the rain to the station to collect Jan at an ungodly hour. thrilled to be with him again - I told him it would just be me collecting him, with the others hiding around a corner. his face lit up when they surprised him.

a huge day of feelings. breakfast in the kitchen now. time to be present again. <<