expression of self

To explain the lack of update, I was in Canterbury yesterday with no computer or Internet.

I think on this occasion nothing was better to the something that you got the day before yesterday.

My sincerest apologies.

Canterbury was gorgeous. I like the course and I liked the people that I met. Edinburgh will always be in the back of my mind, but I suppose that can't be helped. It feels like it was destined to be part of the fabric of my being. I have no doubt in my mind that I'll be there one day. Just not in the way I had originally anticipated.

There was a first year student that sat with us at lunch yesterday and he said two things that particularly resonated with me. Firstly that he was doing the whole ambassador thing because he liked talking to people, he just didn't really get the chance to do it very often. And secondly that words could not convey how much he adores literature. I was envious of him, because I realised that I felt exactly the same, I just never say it. How beautifully and brutally honest it was as well. It felt like he was made up of every single piece of writing he's ever read. That he thinks the essays are easy, not because they necessarily are, but because he's absolutely fascinated by what he does.

Maybe I was reading a little too much into him.
Then again, I am a literature student <3