in the attic of my parents house

I'm actually not in there at all.

I got back to London yesterday after three weeks of Christmas holiday joy that felt like at least two and a half months. I was at uni, and then I was back home, and it seemed like uni was somehow a season of my life that was over, but it seems that no. I was wrong. The holidays were a season, they're over.

Despite this initial melancholy, I'm happy being back. In a way, it's like last term was a practice and now I'm starting again for real with the benefit of experience behind me.

It'll be interesting to see how long this lasts.