reflections
So my first year of my degree has passed and I survived! So far so good...along the way not only did I learn a thing or two about how the legal system in this strange country I currently call my home works (and of course in France) but also a lot about life, other people and even myself. I miss my family and friends a lot, but more and more I am growing accustomed to the fact that wherever I am, part of the people I love and care for will still be living somewhere else, usually very far away. I have gotten used to missing home comforts of plenty of food in the fridge and cupboards, of milk (which even though inexpensive, heavy to carry home, is worth its weight in gold) and yes the hugs and arguments! However, I love, and did from the first day, the life of a student! The in depth discussions of the latest day time television programme and yes, sometimes even, what is going on in our world, and what we can do to change it. Sometimes I have been disheartened by the student population at my uni who in vast numbers are more interested in rugby, lacrosse, beer and fox hunting than anything else really. But I have made a group of extremely special friends, each individual one of them has their own views, their own story to tell and we share our happy times just as much as the hard times. It also made me realise what fantastic friends I already have, which is damm lucky!! (thanks) I feel so at home at uni, in Devon, with its widespread greenery and real ales-hey we even have cows on campus!
I love being independent but not really at all, because my friends at uni have grown into a huge network family! (and trust me, it's a complicated family tree...)
I have been through some hard times, in this year-especially recently, but life goes on, and at a high speed it seems. The Ugandan visa is in my passport, the checks in the newspapers for any improvement in the political situation in the North of Uganda become more frequent, the malaria tablets have been bought and in just over 2 weeks I will be standing at the airport with a ticket in hand with the destination of Kampala and I am certain many adventures and experiences that are totally unexpected to come....
But before that will be the great music festival, Glastonbury, where I am working as a steward for a week, Britain's own version of Woodstock I guess...it should be most fun! I am unsure yet what August will hold for me, but come September I will be moving into my new home in Exeter, in the smallest room in the house (my luck in pulling straws)-even Harry Potter was lucky with his cupboard under the stairs!! But with the vibrant (to say the least) people I will be living with I am really looking forward to it. Alas, enough from me for one day, I hope everyone is well and smiling.
