I'm back, baby!
Yup yup yup - that's right, folks, I'm back in the ol' U of, um, K!
it's weird being back - it's almost as if I never left - everything's still the same...but that's good. I like that.
London is too much my home - in a good way :)
In The Times on saturday, Kate Muir's column was all about friendship... There was a paragraph that touched me a lot and made me a little sad...
*types it out*
All is fair in love and friendship, and sometimes you, too, get the heave. If you have committed a crime, this is acceptable, but if it's someone for whome you feel deep affection, and there is no explanation forthcoming, it niggles painfully for years. Or as Beth Kephart writes in Into The Tangle Of Friendship: "I didn't realise that you can't make old friends, that you can only lose them, and in losing them, you walk around with a void inside that you can never adequately explain."
it's weird being back - it's almost as if I never left - everything's still the same...but that's good. I like that.
London is too much my home - in a good way :)
In The Times on saturday, Kate Muir's column was all about friendship... There was a paragraph that touched me a lot and made me a little sad...
*types it out*
All is fair in love and friendship, and sometimes you, too, get the heave. If you have committed a crime, this is acceptable, but if it's someone for whome you feel deep affection, and there is no explanation forthcoming, it niggles painfully for years. Or as Beth Kephart writes in Into The Tangle Of Friendship: "I didn't realise that you can't make old friends, that you can only lose them, and in losing them, you walk around with a void inside that you can never adequately explain."