So I moved into my university accommodation today. I have to say that the accommodations are great. My room is brilliant, everything is new and it WORKS. So... what more can you really ask for right? Not much.
My flat mates are all really friendly and so that's all good. Internet works - obviously. Windows do actually close.
The university itself is alright. Pretty much as expected. My past few days have been spent divided between Mum and going for a few hundred welcome talks on campus.
Actually, I honestly don't know what I'm feeling. I've never been to university before so I don't know what's good, what's bad and what's ok. Everything seems ok.
Even I'm ok, I suppose. I float around campus from one talk to the next, going from A to B to C in this dream-like, detached sort of way, and I feel ok.
And I can't help but wonder when is it going to stop.
When will it all come crumbling or when will it feel really great?

There are all these memories in my head. They float around like wisps of smoke and like movie clips they replay and rewind and replay again. Sometime faster and other times slower.
Somewhere in my head there's Swati. She's smiling. She's always smiling, or perhaps grinning, because she's always grinning (ie: *grin*). I can hear her laughter and her british accent which she puts on sometimes. I hear her whine, I hear the way she drags my name, "Marttyyyy...", she hugs me and it's like she never left.

And there's Kimmy. She's laughing. We're both laughing, (and knowing us) probably at Martha. I can't really see her cause I'm laughing so much. My sides start to ache but hearing her laugh just makes me laugh more. And so there we are - both paralyzed with laughter. And when I do see her face, she's wrinkled her nose and said "yucklor" to something or other. She laughs again.
Her laughter fills up the world.

And then there's Dom. He's hugging me. He's hugging me just like he did in Sahara, just like how he always hugs me, really. And here he hugs me and hugs me and keeps hugging me, and I know that as long as he doesn't let go, as long as Swati keeps grinning and as long as I can hear Kimmy's laughter, I will be ok.
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