How are you? Is all going okay? I saw this charming unidentifiable bird on Wednesday and love it to death. The best thing about going abroad is the animals you haven’t seen before.
I finished two essays and submitted them yesterday, but the psychosomatica of it all hasn’t left me yet. I’ve been feeling fairly sick. Does this happen to you? I tend to have a stomach ache the whole school year these days. I also saw a fox on Sunday:
I can’t believe I thought of the bird before the fox. I thought it was a strange cat until it came into the light. I’ve only seen one other in England, strangely enough, in broad daylight at a park. I must’ve mentioned it last year.
I’m going into London tomorrow to buy Christmas presents and look around. Mom really likes this raspberry white chocolate from Harrod’s. We hide it from Aaron because he eats it too quickly. I’ll tell you more afterwards (I am paranoid on the internet) and let you know where I went. I might not stop everywhere I want, but that just means I can go again. London is big, and I am scared of figuring out how their subway works. Every time I use it, I just follow other people who know where we’re going. I’m okay at the trains, though (though sometimes they’re not okay with me).
I watched the first two episodes of Interview With the Vampire with a friend today. I think I will never recover. Do you ever see somebody being better at your hobbies (read, historical writing) and want death a little? Speaking of, I’ll tell you a secret I hid as a child: I actually liked Twilight. I still like Twilight.
Anyway, I’m trying to be fairly positive today. I am terrified at all turns. But the worst is never the worst. I do not think you feel the same at home — please keep the tentative thread that I am here if you need me. I know you’re afraid of me, or were. I’ve been terrified for years that Mom (Jess) would abandon me because Mom (Mel) did. Who could love me if my mom didn’t? That tightrope is worse for you. If nobody else is, I am here.
With love,
Alice