I’m feeling the need to chart my culture shock. Partly because if it’s out there, I no longer have to carry it alone. I suppose this is a bit of a cry for help. And partly because I hope I’ll be able to look back in a couple of months and realise that I’ve moved on. Touch…
And so my first week back at university draws to a close. I am absolutely shattered and the muscles I didn’t know I had are groaning with the strain. Firstly, the muscles in my legs are weary from all that cycling, though I’m generally jubilant that my journey gets a bit quicker and easier every…
Six years to the day since I arrived in Oxford, I rush back in my lunch break to hand over my keys to the letting agent and bring the Howard Street era to an end. A few weeks ago I was loving the liminality. (One of my new words of the moment, slightly misapplied to describe…
Enjoyed celebrating my birthday with a bunch of friends last night. Think I’m feeling ultra-nostalgic at the moment – what with all my packing up and imminent change and all that – but even so I couldn’t help but be happy for this moment. Am loving this Brooke Fraser song which seems to capture where I’m at…
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