I wrote this post in a lovely bakeshop in York on Friday 23rd June, the last day of my second year of university. Afterwards, I wandered my city with my camera for a few hours, trying to find the words to express my gratitude and thinking about the beauty of the everyday. The following does neither justice, but I’m pressing publish all the same.
At the end of term Mum drove up to spend a Christmassy weekend in York with me. In an attempt to avoid the hordes of Christmas shoppers, we instead chose to spend Sunday morning at the nearby Castle Howard checking out their famous decorations – and we had the best day.
It’s three weeks since G made his way up to York for his second visit of my spring term, so it’s high time I documented our weekend. It involved a ridiculously long walk, more baked goods than we could cope with, and a beautiful day in my city.
As I write this I’m nearing the end of my fourth full day in bed ill. To be completely honest, it’s been an awful few days – sickness was bad enough, but with it has come sadness and a deep loneliness simply because I’ve been almost completely unable to leave my room. It’s slightly ironic considering my last post, but I’m hoping it will pass with the illness. On the other hand, all this time in bed has provided me with ample opportunity to discover new blogs, read countless posts and now, finally, to actually write something of my own.
Monday 26th October By some miracle I managed to avoid any kind of sadness until the end of week four, when – since things come in threes – all of a sudden I was hit with loneliness, homesickness and a bout of very real flu. Thankfully G had booked train tickets some weeks ago to come up to visit me that weekend; whilst I knew my illness would prevent the perfect weekend I’d had planned his visit really couldn’t have come at a better time.