Tuesday, June 19, 2012

A Shilton Birthday.

Out of all the places i've visited whilst living in England, Shilton is one that feels immediately close to home. Yet, that said, it feels more distinctly English than anywhere i've been as well, as this is a funny thing to reconcile. The cottage is cozy, with stone floors and a fireplace, a garden with a stream running through it, and a pub right across the street which always seems to be filled with locals. This weekend was a dear friend's birthday, and in the 24 hours that we were all in Shilton, we crammed in drinks in the pub, a huge feast for 12 around an old creaky wooden dining room table, dancing and marshmallows roasted over a fire, a walk to a 13th century church, scrabble in the garden, a nap on the lawn under a duvet, a picnic in the ruins of a manor home, and croquet. Not too shabby.

The Moon.

I remember when i was little i wrote a poem once about how the moon seemed to follow me whenever we took long car journeys at night. The other night, my curtain had gotten caught on the photo of my grandfather on my windowsill and right in that tiny little opening, the moon seemed to peek it's way into my room, finding me while i was trying to read.

The Light.

Lately i've been noticing little occurrences in the flat i will sadly be leaving in just over a month. Most of the time this happens right around when the sun seems to hit each of the buildings in the city and reflect golden light directly into our windows. For someone who likes neighbourhoods lined in trees with twisty cobblestone streets it's amazing how much i love, and will miss, the view we have overlooking the tall, shiny buildings right out of the windows.

Thursday, June 7, 2012


Little Brother.

Things have gotten dusty around here. Everything has been a whirlwind between going home and working nonstop. But something must be said about my little brother, and how amazing it was to be able to see him graduate on time after an insanely hard year. It meant so much to me to be able to see him go to his senior prom, and walk up on stage and get a diploma, and to know he'll soon be at sarah lawrence. I can't wait to be in the same country as him next year.