Daily Post

I think I’m going to try WordPress’ challenge to post every day. However, since I am traveling right now and will be during the summer, I think I’ll start when the school year starts in September. This way I can track my last year of college/university and all of the things that happen to me that year. It will definitely, hopefully, get me back into my blogging. I used to blog so much in middle school and early high school, but then my friends stopped so I stopped. I want to get back on my blogging wagon. My senior year is going to big and what better way to record that and remember it than blogging every single day. Senior Thesis. Job search. Current jobs. Connections. Traveling. Food. Teaching. Graduation. So much stuff.

I can’t wait.

Yours

I wonder what happens to all those people I meet, all the people I have met during my travels. Did those two Norwegian girls make it to Vienna and then to Corfu? Did that American enjoy the rest of her trip in Italy? I wonder if Romanian guy ever made it to Rome. He never contacted me. Did he get coffee with that guy we met in Florence?

I wonder what will happen next year after I leave Norwich? How will Norwich change? How will my friends’ courses go? What drama will happen and what will be averted?

All these wonders.

I wonder if I’ll manage to find places to stay when I do my Southern Europe tour. I’ve only found one place so far, and my trip is happening in a little more than a week. God, I hope these Couchsurfing people answer my requests soon. I hate waiting.

Some Thoughts in Space

I like watching the cement become dappled as it starts to rain.

Heavy rain is always the best because then you know you can’t hide from it.

Birthdays are for cake and friend time.

Everything else is far more interesting when exams are around the corner.

Dust collects on so many things, it’s impossible to clean it all, so why bother?

I would do a countdown for when I can finally be back home, but I think that would just stress me out.

Marker on your face seems fun at first but the morning after it just looks silly. And difficult to wash off.

Water is delicious.

I learned that the bruise under my toenail can take up to a year to grow out. I guess I’m going to be wearing a lot of nail polish this summer.

Sun during rain is really strange, but I really like it. It always reminds me of the Fox’s Wedding.

Life in Summary

I have always found it difficult to give plot summaries of books but I have found it an extremely difficult task for the novels by Austen and the Bronte sisters. So much vital information is packed into the novels that by leaving one little part out seems like the story cannot be told. Which, I suppose, goes to show just how amazing these stories are and why they are deemed classics. In a sense, it is almost like trying to sum up your life. How do you sum up twenty years of life without leaving out the important bits? If I were told to give an extremely short summary of my life I would be forced to say “I lived.” However, that tells the person nothing. Well, I suppose it does tell them something rather important, but nothing much else to go on. How else could I sum up my life except by telling my story from beginning until now? It would be an autobiography! That is exactly the very difficult task I am forced to do with these classics. But I have done it.

I suppose I never mentioned this, but we got our new fridge literally the day after I posted about it [click here to read what I'm talking about!] In the morning, around 9am, I was making my usual porridge and banana breakfast [healthy, I know] and two maintenance workers walk into the kitchen, asking if our fridge is broken. I tell them it is and tell them exactly what was wrong with it. They have no idea what is wrong or how to fix it so they tell me they’re going to get us a new one! It arrives later that afternoon. The new fridge is much taller, and although our freezer space has increased, the fridge space seems smaller, perhaps because the space between the shelves is smaller. There are more shelves though, so we probably have more space there too. It just doesn’t seem it.

I can’t wait for this exam to be over.

Sunday

It is Sunday, 6 May, 2012. It is 9:09 pm as I write this. In five weeks I will be walking through the terminals of Newark International Airport, looking for the baggage claim, claiming my bags, and hugging my parents and my sister. Then we will drive home and I will call Tate and then I will pass out.

In five weeks I will take one exam, go to the beach, travel to five or so cities in England, go to Scotland, go to Wales, and say goodbye to my friends that I have made, international and Norwich friends.

Time is running out. But it can’t go by fast enough.