It's been a month. Well, just over a month, since I've been back on home turf, English soil, my stomping groud - whatever you want to call it - but home.
I'm feeling a little restless and anxious. Everytime I think that I've adapted and settled I will remember something, do something, say something that sends me back into my Amsterdam dream. I'm hoping it will pass because it's making me feel uneasy. I can't work out if it's Amsterdam I miss & the people or if I feel this way because Bristol is pretty dead right now - everyone is away, at festivals or just busy. Either way, it's not a nice feeling to wake up with on a Sunday. I kind of wish I could go back and just say a few last words to my friends there, just one more evening together, one more beer. I don't know.
Anyway, I was in London Tuesday. It was kind of a day out/see my uni day with my mother. We got a super early Megabus up and arrived right in the throng of London & it's people. It's put me in a good mood, and whenever I get down about being back here in Bristol I just think about moving to London and how amazing the city is. I get to move away, live in New Cross, get the tube and meet loads of new people. Everything will change again, and I'm a big fan of change. Anyway, my day trip there got me all excited to go to Uni, have some direction in my life and just be a part of something - living & breathing - which sounds cheesy, but, well, I am cheesy.
I went out friday night and did a lot of crazy Dutch dancing with my friend Beth - I don't remember but apparently someone came up to her and told her that I was 'amazing & fabulous' so I'm pretty sure I was having the time of my life.
I also played some badminton on Thursday and still hurt but more on that later.