wake up where you are

I didn’t think a few more hundred miles would make any difference, but I guess anything does when you’re feeling a bit vulnerable. In both ways it’s living without, but this way it’s without someone to report back to, and I realise now how much I was relying on that. My person has gone, and I could really have used him today. I don’t even know where he is. France! Tiny place.

But anyway. I’m kindof on hold for the next week now, so I hope I readjust and just distract myself. I have plenty to do, ahah, Greek and Latin and all sorts of failing to meet Stu for lunchtimes. Tomorrow for sure.

I’m trying to be a better person now, I really am. Trying to think before I speak, act, react. I don’t think it helped, because I didn’t find one, but when I was sad last night and needed comfort, I went searching for a Bible on Emily’s bookshelves. It helps to know that there’s always one more person than I think.

Edit: aand Enchanted makes everything better.