Well, I've been home for nearly three weeks, and I haven't accomplished much other than taking a million Instagram photos of cats.
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| We got kittens! (Can hug every cat?) |
Adjusting to being home is hard, partly because coming back to where everything is the same as it ever was makes it feel as if no time has passed, which is a weird thing to process after such an amazing, magical year.
I am, of course, assuming that actual magic was involved, because things just went so amazingly
right for me when I moved to York
. I had an excellent flatmate whom
I met by accident in Inverness, and we lived in an anomalously small flat with a massive kitchen, and
the people I sat down with on my first night in York more or less became my friends for the rest of the year.
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| And by friends I mean "family". And by "the rest of the year" I mean "forever".* |
