....but I suddenly miss the South so much.
Sometimes i can't think of a place that i belong at all and i never want to admit it if i do.
Today i decided that when i graduate i will run away and live down there with my dear friend Edi. What a perfect idea. She doesn't know it yet but it is necessary in my big life plan [like i have one] Hopefully she would still have her rats enabling me to have a pet finally.
This decision in itself is groundbreaking, i never really thought of a thing i wanted to do after Leeds, i only knew i wouldn't stay.
I suppose it's a cliche and inevitable, completely financially impracticle but couldn't care less.
I love my friends but Leeds seems so small and i feel like a sardine in a tin.
I want to up sticks right this minute, receive the familiar smell and sight of St Pancreas and run around London in the dark with a homemade pinhole camera.
If i do manage to raise funds for a visit this weekend perhaps i'll set up camp for life and never return to the stupid grim North.
Completely off the subject of any art. Just romantic aspirations. Rant over.
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