Over the last few days I have been missing London so much. I think the city is one part of it - compared to where I live, London is huge, dynamic, and always accessible. If I want a beer from Earl's Court at 2 in the morning, I can get one in London. I do not have a shop in my village, open at 2 in the morning or otherwise. Obviously it's pretty dull here as well - the Greater Reading area is hardly the most buzzing of places in terms of its cultural calendar. In London I might go for a walk by the South Bank if I was bored, or pop to Regent's Park, or go to a bar in Angel, or...anything really. But here, there's not really much in way of comparison. Perhaps I just feel extra antsy because so much of the house in now cordoned off; as a result of the extension the only living room we now have is the conservatory. I don't think it's just that though, because more than missing the city itself, I miss all the friendships I had there too. I don't have a huge number of people left in Reading, so obviously it's partly a numbers game. But I also just look back at living in Camden with a wave of nostalgia - it used to be great to wake up and go make a bleary-eyed tea and see one of your friends making toast in the kitchen, and have a natter to them about what was going on with them. I just really want to be around people! Unfortunately two of my closest friends are away at the moment here in the 'Ding (as some of us refer to that mighty town) so perhaps my options just seem worse at the moment.

I think if I was to sum this whole post up it would be I MISS LONDON AND MY FRIENDS AND I HAVE CABIN FEVER. And of course I miss the girl. But that's always the case. In honour of my emo-ishness I have included a picture of what I looked like when I wrote this:

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"The circle of human knowledge, illuminated by the pale, cold light of reason, is so infinitesimally small, the dark regions of human ignorance which lie beyond that luminous ring so immeasurably vast, that imagination is feign to step up to the borderline and send the warm, richly colored beams of her fairy lantern streaming out into the darkness ; and so, peering into the gloom, she is apt to mistake the shadowy reflections of her own figure for real beings moving in the abyss.

Sir James George FrazerThe Golden Bough

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The title of this blog comes from a poem by Coleridge, A Wish: Wriiten in Jesus Wood, Feb. 10th, 1792, Plus most blogs are moans anyway. Including this one. lol manuscripts

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I'm a 23 year-old student in London Cambridge London, studying English Literature Law. It's hard to really think of anything truly personal I can put here that might give you some idea of who I am, so I will just tell you that my favourite Shakespeare play is Richard II, my favourite chocolate bar is Snickers, and I have a bit of a thing for instant coffee, especially if someone else makes it for me.

I'm interested in Renaissance Literature, Higher Education policy, and libraries.
I'm completely in love with a Scottish girl.