lucyshena
Afterwards
MA dissertation bound and delivered. I went up to Durham to hand it in, and stayed for the weekend; walked lingeringly around the river, sat in the rain, tried to work out what it is people do exactly when they're not writing theses. Now I'm back in London, nesting in a new place, trying to wrap my head around writing my own things again (I have plans), and spending the days dreaming and worrying. I go home early December. That is strange. But it feels only a stopover - I've found where I need to be for now, and it is here, in northern England. The sense of "home" is so often a disarmingly protean thing.
Looking over Rydalwater in March. It was preternaturally still, and just so beautiful and complete that I'm not ashamed to say it actually made me cry.
Afterwards
MA dissertation bound and delivered. I went up to Durham to hand it in, and stayed for the weekend; walked lingeringly around the river, sat in the rain, tried to work out what it is people do exactly when they're not writing theses. Now I'm back in London, nesting in a new place, trying to wrap my head around writing my own things again (I have plans), and spending the days dreaming and worrying. I go home early December. That is strange. But it feels only a stopover - I've found where I need to be for now, and it is here, in northern England. The sense of "home" is so often a disarmingly protean thing.
Looking over Rydalwater in March. It was preternaturally still, and just so beautiful and complete that I'm not ashamed to say it actually made me cry.