Home.
It's ok. I've fought with my dad almost every day, went almost straight from studying to working again, and had to leave a place I love with people I love being with to a place I feel I barely know anymore with people I don't recognise. Charles is my saving grace here, I love the man, but he's moved on a lot too. Why didn't I register for another year? I miss Rhodes. My room isn't even unpacked, a week in. I think it's my hands, unwilling to try and find places for the things that had such definite places back there.
I saw my German for the last time this weekend, and think I must have given her some sort of skin irritation from all the hugging. I already miss her so much, whenever I used to have to do something logical like calculate milliletres or remember dates I would just leave it up to her. What, I have to think for myself? Psssh.
Thinking about the UK has me excited and worried. All of the admin is the scary stuff, plus there's the whole four year build up to being with Ian again. I guess I can speculate all I want but I'll only ever know when I'm there.
In the meantime I'm going to try and spend the next two and a half months in this halfway house between studentdom and grownupness, and make a life here. I'm sure there's more here, I just have to stop expecting to see Rhodes faces in a Knysna nightclub and have to stop getting all excited when I see a CX plate. Yes, they're from Knysna. So are you, dufus. Get used to it.
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