Pure pleasure

There is something about a still-slightly-warm-from-the-oven baguette that is complete and pure pleasure. Mmm breakfast has never been this appealing

Somebody remind me

Why did I decide to travel? What exactly was it that I was expecting to gain from this enterprise?

It's hard to appreciate it in the moments when you're just sad, missing people, and can only foresee impending loneliness with no bright spots on the horizon. Sure, I'm going to France (again) next week. But I'll be working. Sure I might get to see outside of the hotel this time, but not much. I'm going to Russia for a month in the summer, but I can't quite look forward to it. I'm apprehensive that I'm just going to be even more lonely and also bored. Apparently the kids cousins nanny won't be coming, so rumour has it anyways. So I might just end up with a fuckload of kids to look after. And no company. My summer in France was bearable because I had company, but I may not in Russia.

I miss having friends. And a life. I miss being able to go and see my friends when I want to. I miss having flatmates. I miss flatmates a lot.

I don't even know what I'm doing.

*wangst*

Somebody please solve all my problems and make all my decisions for me. I'm over it.

Brighton

It's pretty neat. I got to spend a few hours there today. Not a lot, nowhere near enough, but it was nice to see it. Three seconds outside the confines of the train station was about sufficient to decide it is somewhere I like, and could potentially spend a lot of time. It is now officially on my 'places I could live' list. Cause I totally have one of them...

Anyhow. Nice place. I do miss living by the sea, it's not something I had ever done before leaving New Zealand, and I think it is one thing I do miss.

Well, on my way back to London now, my train appears to be delayed. I wish trains here weren't quite so useless.

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