06 July 2007

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Yesterday morning, the sky was low and grey and made me think of England.

It's not precisely fair, because in the summer in Oxford there were plenty of fine days, with clearer skies and lower humidity (sometimes) than we get here, but there it is. I'm sure it also has to do with the fact that the place has been on my mind lately, for a variety of reasons:
  • Sunday was a year to the day since I came home, so last week was a year since the great fun of being told "That's enough of you, thanks";
  • babies who were freshmen when I knew them have been getting their results (omg finishing their degrees, aiee!) -- at least two of them have; thank god the third is on a four-year course;
  • I just (some time in the past few days) got an invitation to Thad and Jill's wedding.
All of this combined with yesterday's low grey sky, and I couldn't close my eyes without seeing Wellington Square and Walton Street and Broad Street and St Giles and Gloucester Green and the chapel at Wadham and the cathedral at Christ Church and the bar in the basement of StX.

And you know? It was okay. Reading over my journal entries from All That Fun Stuff this time last year still breaks my heart a little bit, but seeing Oxford around every corner yesterday just made me very slightly nostalgic. If nothing else, it inspired me to actually get off my ass and begin the process of renewing my passport.