Whooopsie daisy! Long time no see again, sorry about that. The first thing I have to say to you all is fantastic New Year 2013! I'm hoping my new year would be even half as unforgettable as the last one, which is a lot said. A LOT. I didn't make any great resolutions, I don't tend to. It's a bit overrated and most of the people fail to keep them anyway. I somehow made it through the busy period, and it's good to know the worst is over. Looking back I'm not quite sure how I did it, but I suppose that's not important. My family paid me a visit, which was well nice, but it was also extremely weird seeing them here!
Today I reached my 4 months. I didn't even realise it before I accidentally saw the date somewhere and thought hmm, the 11th, I know there's some trick there. I had a very refreshing day. The weather was really nice (this is how the stories of nice days in England usually begin) so I took a long walk to the left, towards Brighton. I'm always taking long walks back home for there's something so calming and head-clearing about it, and on top of everything the surroundings here are ten times nicer. The sun was low but still shining, and it lid up the city and the white rocks in the distance. It was absolutely beautiful and I had one of those wow-i-really-am-here moments. I couldn't help thinking Brighton truly has it's bright on. I kept on walking along the coastline, it's so nice for it's impossible to get lost, and after a half an hour walk, just when I thought maybe I should go back already, I got to some kind of park. Brooklands Leisure Park it stood there in a sign. I loved it there! I was thinking this is the kind of place I like, why haven't I found this before? Green grass, traditional English bush, trees, paths, old benches, and a pond with little boats, swans, and funny birds that kept swimming next to me (I wasn't swimming!) for they were convinced I was carrying food. And mini daisies. I also ran into a very happy and muddy dog, or he ran into me, so now my blue jeans need washing. However, I don't mind. After that there was a strange moment I caught myself thinking "If I had a dog I'd always walk it here." and then "What? I DO have a dog!". I'm definitely going back with a better camera. And without a camera, as well. You know, the sunset is gorgeous by the sea. Well. The sun setting behind the hills and trees takes it to another level. It might have something to do with my personal obsession for trees, though. My first word was "tree" — in Finnish of course — "puu". Which is remarkably close to the English word "poo" by the way so now I don't know whether I was a very nature-loving baby or just very international.
There are two things that have made me think more about leaving — new year and other people going home. I used to think I'm leaving "next year" so no worries, but now what, that year is here. And the others. One by one they're starting to go (a lot of parties coming up), and I can feel my own turn approaching. Armand left about a week ago, which makes me the most experienced waiter. (Now applauds, please, everyone!) We're sad for he's gone, but he is happy. Basically, at the moment the thought of leaving bothers me. It's not that I'd necessarily want to stay in this hotel for longer, it's the people who have become very dear to me. I feel a knot building inside me every time I think about possibly never seeing them again. I hope I will. It's funny, isn't it? You share a tiny part of your life with someone, it means the world, and then they're gone. It's so wrong, but it's life. I've started to think what if I'd stay a bit longer. That's no solution, though. It only puts the pain off. And I'm only talking about two weeks or so, after that I have to go. I have to study. So I'd go in April? I'd still have time, I could even start studying while I'm here. Hello, English, England? Why not. I'll have to think about it.
Today I reached my 4 months. I didn't even realise it before I accidentally saw the date somewhere and thought hmm, the 11th, I know there's some trick there. I had a very refreshing day. The weather was really nice (this is how the stories of nice days in England usually begin) so I took a long walk to the left, towards Brighton. I'm always taking long walks back home for there's something so calming and head-clearing about it, and on top of everything the surroundings here are ten times nicer. The sun was low but still shining, and it lid up the city and the white rocks in the distance. It was absolutely beautiful and I had one of those wow-i-really-am-here moments. I couldn't help thinking Brighton truly has it's bright on. I kept on walking along the coastline, it's so nice for it's impossible to get lost, and after a half an hour walk, just when I thought maybe I should go back already, I got to some kind of park. Brooklands Leisure Park it stood there in a sign. I loved it there! I was thinking this is the kind of place I like, why haven't I found this before? Green grass, traditional English bush, trees, paths, old benches, and a pond with little boats, swans, and funny birds that kept swimming next to me (I wasn't swimming!) for they were convinced I was carrying food. And mini daisies. I also ran into a very happy and muddy dog, or he ran into me, so now my blue jeans need washing. However, I don't mind. After that there was a strange moment I caught myself thinking "If I had a dog I'd always walk it here." and then "What? I DO have a dog!". I'm definitely going back with a better camera. And without a camera, as well. You know, the sunset is gorgeous by the sea. Well. The sun setting behind the hills and trees takes it to another level. It might have something to do with my personal obsession for trees, though. My first word was "tree" — in Finnish of course — "puu". Which is remarkably close to the English word "poo" by the way so now I don't know whether I was a very nature-loving baby or just very international.
There are two things that have made me think more about leaving — new year and other people going home. I used to think I'm leaving "next year" so no worries, but now what, that year is here. And the others. One by one they're starting to go (a lot of parties coming up), and I can feel my own turn approaching. Armand left about a week ago, which makes me the most experienced waiter. (Now applauds, please, everyone!) We're sad for he's gone, but he is happy. Basically, at the moment the thought of leaving bothers me. It's not that I'd necessarily want to stay in this hotel for longer, it's the people who have become very dear to me. I feel a knot building inside me every time I think about possibly never seeing them again. I hope I will. It's funny, isn't it? You share a tiny part of your life with someone, it means the world, and then they're gone. It's so wrong, but it's life. I've started to think what if I'd stay a bit longer. That's no solution, though. It only puts the pain off. And I'm only talking about two weeks or so, after that I have to go. I have to study. So I'd go in April? I'd still have time, I could even start studying while I'm here. Hello, English, England? Why not. I'll have to think about it.
Brooklands Leisure Park
Jake Bugg - Slide
