From Edgerton Street to Kensington.

Lordy Lordy Lordy, it has been a while!

Usually this time of year would be the standard "so this is the new year, and I don't feel any different" post.
But not this time round.

If I look at my life a year ago, I was complaining about not being able to sit about doing nothing except for having a drink at 3 in the afternoon because of college. Now, I totally can do that, but just don't want to.. Hell.. I'm growing up.  Responsibility came disguised as freedom, not that I'm not greatful.

January has definitely been a good month though,  starting uni way earlier than everyone else was surrisingly nice, it was good to get back into the swing of life in London. 1082 Hudds Rd was more than a little claustrophobic by the ended December.

Yeah, so.. January.. Uni, The Joy Weekend and a short stay in Oldham.

I guess I don't have much to say about uni, it was a new years resolution to go to ALL my lectures. I do feel like I should have picked an easier one like, y'kno learning to roller skate like those guys in Hyde park that bring their own cones.. It was clear after my second day back when I was dragging myself out of bed that going to my entire 9 hours of lectures was a little unrealistic.. ha.

In other news: the Joy weekend; The Koinonia retreat in Buckden Tower. If you guys hadn't already read my tweets about this already.. THIS IS WHERE CATHERINE OF ARAGON WAS PLACED UNDER HOUSE ARREST AND ALSO HENRY VIII STAYED THERE. Which, as a huge med history fan is pretty much the best thing ever. The weekend was - to state the obvious - a weekend of and about Joy and I can't lie, I did come out with a fresh perspective. But that could be an entire blog post in itself. Either way, the weekend was awesome... Good to hang out with and meet amazing people and give the new year a real fresh start.

And then finally, a little trip back to Oldham town to have a tooth removed. I shan't go into detail.. it was just horrible. Like, proper rank. And now my wound is infected and BLURGH. On the other hand, it was nice going home just for the weekend. I'd only been back in London for like 2 weeks so it felt kinda pointless going out of my way to see people, but I'm glad that I bothered. Sometimes It's nice to be around people you don't have to try with because you know that they love you (or are at least pretty certain) despite the stupid things you say and do. Yes. Being back was mint and a weekend was the perfect amount of time.

AND we celebrated a late burns night, drunk lots of whiskey and played folk music till late. It was just wonderful.

So that's really about it for January, I don't have anything much to complain about and it feels awesome.

Blowing a £50 bar tab on Champagne.