Friday rolls around once more. This one feels like it came quickly — good tidings for getting to spring break. How are you doing? How has February fared?
This week is study week, which means we have no classes. I went to stay at a friend’s for one night after she invited me to go to a lecture at her local church about an Antarctic explorer (Tom Crean), which was so so much fun. The temptation to buy all of the lecturer’s books, overwhelming. We were the youngest people there, perhaps the only ones under 50, which feels appropriate. I belong at the old people’s story-time. We had pancakes for breakfast the next morning. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this already, but did you know they call pancakes “American pancakes” in England? To them, normal pancakes are crepes. They use both words, but crepes are pronounced “creps”. A strange new world, this is.
In other news, not much has happened here. I found a mysterious hole in some stairs here, built into them. I can’t crawl in without effort (it’s taller than me) but I might try it sometime. I’ve been overall not that good over here, but I’ve been prescribed some antidepressants, so we’ll see how that goes. My anxiety has been particularly bad and I have trouble sleeping. I’ve bought an energy drink against my better judgment to get to essay-writing today (I’m still scared of that story about the kid who drank eight Red Bulls and died). I have been too tired and busy to draw, which I need to make a necessity. Is your heart braving the winter low-period? At least we’re crawling into spring. I’ve never been more excited for warm weather and summer.
I suppose I’ll be back to writing now. I feel the caffeine in my fingers while I type. I miss you terribly as always. I can’t find something new to say about it now. Will repeating it make it more real or less real? Either way, I miss you. We are nearing eight years now. That, at least, doesn’t feel real.
With love,
Alice