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This Week

22 Jan

(I was in a very strange mood when I wrote this. For this I apologise.)

To say the least, this week has been insane.

I have moved into the keep of an eleventh-century castle, spent far too many hours staring out at the amazing view, and discovered that having an incredible room is just the incentive I need to actually clear up after myself.

I have attended lectures for the first time in a month, met my dissertation supervisor for the first time ever, and been reassured that I do have a hope in hell of graduating with a 2.1. I am more relieved about that than words can express.

I have eaten sushi, sambuca jellies, and the edible parts of college dinners (supplemented with Maryland cookies on the nights when the inedible outweighed the edible).

I have pulled muscles, had blood drawn, and nearly exsanguinated myself with a razor (entirely by accident, I might add).

I have seen old friends, reestablished old routines, and started one new activity.

I have returned to university, almost for the last time. I’m still not sure if I’m ready for it to end or desperate for it not to.


18 Jan

As this month’s NaBloPoMo challenge is meant to be all about beginnings, I decided that I ought to dedicate at least one post to them. Luckily, the BlogHer website provided some prompts to inspire me!

Are you superstitious about beginnings? Do you do anything to start out on the right foot?

I wouldn’t say that I’m superstitious exactly, but I do believe that if something starts out well then it’s more likely to continue and end well. So when I start something new, I’ll often buy new things: notebooks and pens for a new university term for example, although as a self-confessed stationery geek I’ll take any excuse to buy such items! I do find that new things help with the “out with the old, in with the new” feeling though.

I also like setting goals for myself at a beginning, especially a new year of university, again because beginnings hold so much opportunity and I want to achieve as much as possible from it!

What is the hardest part about a beginning?

The unknown. Oddly enough, this came up in a conversation last night, not in the context of beginnings, but of endings. I fear the unknown in general, which can often make me nervous at a beginning because I don’t know exactly what to expect. I don’t let it stop me though, because in the end the things which I don’t expect to happen can be the best parts of an experience: I just have to learn not to worry about not being prepared!

Do you wish the start of the year was in a different season? Which one?

I’ve never actually wished for the year to start in a different season, but I suppose that it would be better if it started at the very beginning of spring, rather than just before the coldest, most miserable part of winter. That would make it feel more like a beginning.