Finally

I'm back home for the summer! Somehow the whole process of packing and saying goodbye and travelling exhausted me so completely that I changed into a sundress and basked in the warmth on my bed almost straight away. I haven't unpacked, I just lay with my legs in the sunshine and read The Night Watch, which embodies how I aspire to write and is currently being enjoyed with a weird mix of jealousy and greed. It's very good, IMO.

Leaving Park Village for the last time was sad beyond words. To think this is the end of my first year of uni, to think it's gone that quickly! And although leaving has paved the way for a fun summer, and leaving early (missing the last Tuesday night out!) means I make Newquay fresh and super excited, I'm surely allowed a little nostalgic look back and review. Sigh! I love you, PV.

Re-reading this it seems to have a bit of a melancholy tone, which is totally unfair. I was so, so nervous for my German exam that the usual burst of relief upon leaving Mandela Hall (Ah, Sussex) was absolutely huge and has carried me up until now (and probably beyond) in a state of frenzied happiness. Now is the time to regrow my painful, short nails, relax and enjoy myself. The thing I am most, most, most looking forward to is reading what I want: books to help me sort out the shambles that is my religious/non-religious life, books where people fall in love, books in which everything is amazing by the end of the last page. Summer, finally!

Lucy
xxx