Things are still sweet here.

It's so hard to blog when I'm content. Blogging is for moods of anxiety, anger, sadness and exhilaration, whereas I'm just riding a high of general excitement and pleasure for being overseas and the possibilities in every day and the anxieties, while present, are very low and not of the kind that blogging is fun for.

But I want to record things, I want to have something amazing to look back on that I wrote while I was here. Because I send so many postcards and letters home, in a way, it's like I'm blogging multiple times a week, only I don't get to keep the posts, which defies the point. I am loving recieving letters and postcards. Nothing makes my heart swell more than reading a postcard from a friend or family member and seeing 'miss you, lots of love, ___ xx'. Especially since one of my best friends can barely write but still managed a full page of text written over a week to send to me, getting her boyfriend, parents and brother to add messages as well. I still get warm and fuzzy thinking about it.

Some people like in person conversation, but to me, what people put into words, letters, texts, speeches, stories, that tells me just as much about a person and what they say about me, means heaps. Like, every 'love you' and 'miss you' gets stored up in my heart, and the best thing is I have a wall building up that's just going to be covered with postcards so I always can reread them and be sure. Like, my best friend Mia gave me a set of letters that she wrote the night I left for me to open at different points, like on the plane, when I miss her, when I'm uninspired, when I feel unattractive, when I miss Australia, when it's 3am and I need to finish an assignment, when she's not online and I need her, in case of panic attack... and every one (I've opened 3 so far) is just so sweet (if 'suck it up, what do you expect me to do from the other side of the world?' can be sweet), and I just cherish them. Mia is a gem.

I always get most insecure about her, like rationally I know she loves me and I'm her bffl and being over here doesn't change anything, but I miss her and if we don't talk, I'm like 'oh my god, she's forgotten me, she's ignoring me, she doesn't care about me'. It's crazy. Megan I just know we are cool, because she lets me express it. Like, Mia is 'no chick flick moments' but Megan would let me be like 'I love you so much I want to die, never ever leave me, you mean more to me than my family, I want to talk every day and I would hug you forever' and when I was done, would say 'I love you too.'

I had the laziest weekend here, we were GOING to do things but instead I finished my mega-marathon of 6 seasons of Castle in 2 weeks. Jen and I hosted an amazing dinner in our flat, and tonight I made crepes with banana and nutella and gave them to my flatmates and we have made two batches of chocolate crackles which we take upstairs with us when we go to the other friends' flat for parties/ predrinks. Last night we were going to go out to karaoke (just for the funsies) but ended up just going to the co op and buying 2L bottles of cider each and drinking those at home while playing Cards Verses Humanity (I won!!). We started to make it into a drinking game but for the most part, people just drank because they wanted to.

We've all been chatting to people on Tinder, Jen now practically has a boyfriend here because of it, and I need to step up my game but sometimes I just can't be fucked chatting to people and trying to flirt. Especially with girls, I get nervous and don't want to. But at the same time, I really need a date. Though we have a really great Valentines planned, we are going to have such a fun time :) We have our playlist planned, both Olivia and I are having friends over from home, we're going to go out, have awesome food and I am excited :)

I do so little uni work, I'm terrible but also I don't care, I'm in the UK.