Learning How to Fly

It’s been a long time since I updated this, but seeing as it’s exam season and I love procrastination far too much, it’s time to reignite the old blog. Beaut. 

Wear Block has been moved to the sparkling Shioichi Hall, of the University of Japan. Despite the fact we’re tripled our distance to the nearest bar, and now have to walk a minute in the rain to get to meals, it’s all happy days here in Tekkers, as it has affectionately come to be known. We have the greatest corridor, massive rooms and solid chat. No, seriously, it’s unreal. 

We have also met some of our japanese friends from the University of Teikyo and despite their absurd lightweight tendencies and their very limited English, they’re good fun. 

S’all good down in St. Mary’s College, Dom and I are going to see what their bar is like later on this evening and do a cheeky scout on the Marians. Obviously being an inferior college is tough for them but from their website they seem to be coping ok. 

In good news, Mildert E won their first football match this season on Monday. Scoring the winner on 85 minutes in an epic 4-3 tussle was one of the finer points of my football in this first year, but it was a good feeling. I’d forgotten what victory on a football pitch felt like. 

Take Care,

Jx

And counting. Ready ready ready to go.

I only ever seem to surface on my blog in times of trouble. That makes it sound a lot more extreme than what it actually is, but it remains that peaceful waters make for less time on the blogosphere. Which is probably why I haven’t posted in about 3 months. This has been the best summer of my life, from Malta to Rye to Oliver to Sligo to Portugal and back to London, and I’ve spent a lot of time with those whom I love most in this world. But as the summer subsides, a great deal of sadness has swept over me as my friends fragment to the four corners of the UK. 

I hadn’t really felt any worries or sadness about heading off for Uni until last Friday night when Em said goodbye, and then it hit me like a steam engine. This was it. Melodramatic as this sounds, when I’m less than an hour from him by train, this was one of my best friends departing to another sphere, one which would rival our own. The idea that our world might be swallowed up in the tidal wave of new friends and ideas and nights of debauchery is a hard one to swallow when you’re so emotionally attached that you may as well have lived together for 7 years. 

Of course that’s not gonna happen, we’re not going to forget our friends after 12 weeks away from each other; but it does feel like a steady slide towards the unknown and its gonna hurt to see each other ‘replaced’ within new pastures. Unlike many others though, I don’t feel any trepidation towards leaving. I have no fear in my own skill to make friends and socialise, having fun is mandatory at University and I’m not worried about being ostracised. If I start posting here more regularly you’ll know something’s up! 

The end of London, however, has been a strange breed in itself. With emotions running high and abandon taking over, problems were always going to arise and duly, they did. Just like joy, pain goes both ways when shared and it’s been a strange sort of week in that way, a couple of mixed up nights and a couple of major mistakes. I don’t know if anyone’s reading this and to be honest, I don’t really give a fuck, I just wanted to get it down and out of my system. So we’ve had a few scrapes. Some of us got cut up, and I include myself in those unlucky few. But hey, what’s a few cuts and bruises between friends; we’ll get over it and by Christmas none of it will matter any more. Life’s little tests, and so on.

I’m ready to leave now, and by the time you know it’s October, I’ll be gone. Much as my heart’s broken by all these departures, I’m counting down the days until it’s me. Don’t know how I’m going to deal with leaving my brother though, that’s the one that will kill me. Gonna miss that boy horrendously.

Believe.

J x