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If I post more personal things here, will people still read it?
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(by ♫ ♪ zoomy ♪ ♫)
I’m about 300% sure this is Cambridge. To say I miss this place would be an understatement.
(via sarahhjane)
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PCD
I’m experiencing serious post-Cambridge depression right now. Of course depression is a pretty heavy word so I’ll just keep it as nostalgia.
Prior to leaving for Cambridge, all I heard was positive things about traveling and being in England. You know what happens when people say too many good things right? We become skeptical. There’s no way England can be that incredible. I’ll visit all the tourist sights, take a lot of pictures and that will be all, but it won’t be life changing. I’ll meet people on my trip, but I have friends at home that I miss too much.
Wrong.
Wrong.
Wrong.
I spend a lot of time now thinking, not about seeing Buckingham Palace, Edinburgh Castle or even Anfield, but of the subtle things that made the trip. Being hungry at 1AM, grabbing a few people and walking to Trailer of Life. Formal dinners in the dining hall. Soccer at Parker’s Piece (that one especially).
I find myself looking at the clock and doing the usual, thinking about what I would be doing if I were still there. It’s 5:45 right now, I’d still be in British Literature and Politics, probably wanting dinner and looking forward to going to a pub later or something.
It just happened very fast.
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As I’m continuously sorting through photos from this trip, I have calculated that I took roughly 5,000 pictures.
Or 714 pictures per week (7 weeks)
Or 102 pictures per day (49 days)
Or 4 pictures per hour (1176 hours)
I’m not a math major (so these may be wrong), but I think that counts as taking a shit ton of pictures.
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It’s pretty nice to be back home…until you remember where you once were, which is pretty sad…until you remember what is coming for you in the future.
Second deck of the Eiffel Tower.
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The Cambridge Retrospective Is Coming.
It just hasn’t hit me yet.
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Stonehenge.
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Reality Can Wait
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Alive
I’m here in Paris everyone. I am alive. I survived turning 21.
A lot of people are probably waiting for a huge Cambridge retrospective or something, but I can’t write anything right now. I still feel like I’m supposed to be there. I still feel like once I get back from Paris into London, I’ll just go back to Cambridge and see all my friends there again, just like coming back from a weekend trip, but I’m not.
As such, I’ll be trying to update as much as I can. Finding free internet is difficult here.
