While I've just recently pressed "publish" on several posts that were lurking in my drafts, it appears this blog has been neglected for just over a year. Beautiful.
My "travels", as I put it previously, have ended but shall be reminisced upon at a future date. They triggered a bit of a shift in me, not the typical "life change" one expects from cheesy movies about finding yourself, but a palpable shift and (I hope) maturity of sorts.
And this shift is something I suppose I need to remind myself of more and more, as the past month or so has felt like a deep regression, a returning to a self that I knew years and years ago. It pains me a little to reveal that my eight year old self was a less stable than my eighteen year old self in many ways, but here I am, feeling like I'm in year three again.
It's okay. I'm always okay. Hooray!
My first year of university, my first year of living more permanently out of home, it's no surprise that big changes drug up big problems. Thankfully, a mid-sememster break has come at exactly the right time, leaving me with a ton of uni work but also a chance to return to what we affectionally call "home-home", walk my dog, make banana bread, see my Grandma and lie in the garden freaking out about how beautiful everything is.
No, it will not surprise you all to know I'm known as the "hippie one" in my new home! I think it was the natural toothpaste and despair at the lack of compost bin that earnt me that particular title.
And now, to complete the cycle of random: some photographs, non-related, labelled, yet not collected.
part of an assignment, walls near uni
pink crystal fountain in a swimming pool
shadows and fences near my new home
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