Oh crumbs. I swore I’d be better at writing than this.
Well, friends, it’s been an exciting term. I went against my own commandment not to fall in love. I fell in love at least once, and now I am reaping the bittersweetness of how short-lived the romance was. I say romance – I have never felt closer to someone, never been so willing to give so much, and felt it reciprocated. Tie, bond, love. But, perhaps that was in my mind. Or perhaps he became scared of the profoundness of his own feelings. I know not.
Academic life is going alright. My friendships are excellent – I have developed close bonds with my friends at uni. I need to become better at writing home. The society is fantastic – our recent Cabaret fundraiser was a resounding success, with music, comedy, baking, galore. It was beautiful. Such a fantastic turnout and programme!
With my heartbreak, though, I’m searching for purpose.
I haven’t felt this caught up in the world’s events in a long time, if ever. I am distressed. I am distressed by the hatred around me. I have decided to get my acting back into gear and raise funds for the International Committee of the Red Cross, so I am doing a skit a day for 14 Days. The first one I did but an hour ago, on the 27th November 2024.
I thought Donne’s For Whom the Bell Tolls is fitting.
If you’d like to donate to my fundraiser, gentle reader, please donate here.
All my love 💛
At Least Afloat 