nikhita

Bye bye beautiful
Don't bother to write...

Home. It's a strange feeling. I still love England with all my heart but I feel less like I actually live here, we'll see what happens when I go up to London this weekend. For those of you that have my spanish number; it no longer works. The english one is back online and in my possesion. So let's go out?

Ideas that I'd held for years, emotional baggage, hopes and fears
Seen somehow in a different light, not as wrong..but not as right as they seemed before.
Was I different then?
Have I changed?
Will I change again?

The last few days in Valencia were a blur of goodbyes, silent and spoken, something that I'm getting more used to as time goes on. And I know you can go back, though things will never be the same. Though that part of my life is still far from over thanks to a short email from my university in London today stating that I am "required" to do resits to improve my grades in French and French Translation. I have responded saying that I will retake French but am unlikely to pass French Trans regardless of how hard I work. So this summer is now going to be even more of a blur of french grammar, Montreal, moving house, reading festival, Taking Back Sunday, Alexisonfire (ohmygodfinally), Bergerac and finally back to Valencia to finish off..though it does seem sort of apt that I will be returning full circle this year. I do wonder just how much things have changed this year. I still flip out over stuff, but I dont get pathetic anymore...I get angry for 10 minutes then resign myself to sorting things out. Is this growing up?

But I miss it, oh I miss it already...you never know what you have until it's gone. Without the university there this year would have been casi perfecto. So maybe I will dance my way through this summer knowing that I'm going back to visit for a week in september, even if it is to do exams.

And there's something to be said for best friends. I can't wait to have mine back within walking distance.