If you're thinking yesterday's post was just a teeny tiny out of the blue…then yerrrrr, I suppose it was. So I thought I'd better get back to explaining my slightly incoherent, sometimes nondescript train of thought. Now that everyone's back from uni (those who have finished, permanently, those who haven't, just for the summer - but all back all the same), it's been a strange exercise in trying to catch up and carry on where we left off. And obviously after the better part of three years spent apart, studying hard (!), hatching multitudinous plans for the future and meeting millions if not gazillions of new people, there is indeed a lot of catching up to be done. After all, being "friends" with someone you see day in day out is only natural - but maintaining that once life, and people, have moved on, is a conscious effort. So I suppose I've been a little surprised to find that in some cases, it's as though five years of sharing every little secret and knowing somebody inside out have been "undone", effectively, by the subsequent five years we've spent apart. I'm not deranged, I understand that five years is no short amount of time - people do change and friends can drift. But equally, it's as though the first five years of friendship have been nullified. And I guess it's a relief to find that some of us are still in exactly the same place we were five years ago - very close friends.
I've had an epic weekend of sorts - lots of friends, family, food, films and fun. It's been hectic, but good. I will be back tomorrow, I think I need to catch a few winks now. Hope you're all enjoying the long weekend. xx