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Daley
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Twin Cities, MN
Recovering, in all the best and worst ways, from a year abroad in Oxford.

Coffee, whales, punk rock, feminism, aspirational fashion, book nerdery, and ineffectively suppressed cat lady impulses.
No way am I actually leaving tomorrow, nope. Nope. NOOOOOPE. I don’t even know how to describe how this makes me feel. I keep wanting to say awful, but that’s not quite it; I think that’s what’s coming. I still feel at home, still feel normal here. My room is still mine — I haven’t taken down my decorations yet. But I have a creeping sense of unease that pervades everything I’ve done the last two days, everything I know I need to do today. I walk slower. I can’t stop thinking “is this my last walk through the meadow? How many more times will I hear the bell towers?” It just feels wrong.

No way am I actually leaving tomorrow, nope. Nope. NOOOOOPE.

I don’t even know how to describe how this makes me feel. I keep wanting to say awful, but that’s not quite it; I think that’s what’s coming. I still feel at home, still feel normal here. My room is still mine — I haven’t taken down my decorations yet. But I have a creeping sense of unease that pervades everything I’ve done the last two days, everything I know I need to do today. I walk slower. I can’t stop thinking “is this my last walk through the meadow? How many more times will I hear the bell towers?”

It just feels wrong.

Posted 11 months ago with 4 notes
Tagged with #this is about to become an Oxford Trauma blog

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