Mass Exodus
With the sand in the hourglass slowly trickling away, the flat is empty this week. A sort of last-ditch effort to make the most of English Experiences has attracted Kate, Aaron and Emily to London, and Ryan to Ireland to celebrate his 21st in style.
It's still hard to grasp leaving this place, which at some point (and I'm really doing some soul searching to remember when the date was) became our home- a place we missed when we left, and looked forward to returning to. I remember Anna crying as she got off the bus into city centre after Spring Holiday- probably the most outward sign of connection- but admitting to myself that I may never return to this place is crushing. Luckily I have a few more days to work out these feelings.
The lonely members of the 9 that remain will most likely lounge about tonight- Anna and Kaitlin (Luther friend on her way home from the Malta program) are going out, while I've made tentative plans to watch the sun rise at around 3:30 tomorrow morning.... (again, the amount of daylight here is unbelievable... from 4am until 9pm...)
The week so far has flown, but that seems to be a trend. Wednesday saw our International Studies test, which I'm happy to say again turned out for best, and also a trip to nearby Wollaton Park.
I had run in the park before, and its position in the city (just north of Uni, but situated among the neighborhoods) isolates it just enough to avoid too much traffic. The park itself is huge. A golf course, feral deer, a wealthy estate containing large stuffed animals (as in, taxidermy), and a manmade lake.... it's huge. I had never realized that Wollaton Hall was so easily accessible, so Hil, Aaron, Emily and I walked down to the park to explore. To be fair, these pictures are all Hil's...
Wollaton Hall. apparently visible to everyone except me, who- even after running by it in a very early practice in cross, failed to realize that Wollaton Park and Wollaton Hall were in any way related....
Moose. singular.
A Very Brady picture that failed, because Emily couldn't stand on the right step...
Very typical of us. disorganized, distracted, obnoxious.
So i swore to god this fish was dead, just to piss Hilary off, who swore it was alive.... but after throwing rocks at it, it became less clear who was right.. Some moron even came over with a camera phone to take a picture.
It became clear, when Hil tried to poke it (poke back? hide poke?) that it was real.
I went MacGuyver on my sandal, which broke in true Old Navy fashion. F that. Long walk back.
Hilary's tree. there are enough in the park that claiming some in our names would leave a few left over for the English.
UEFA Cup fever swept Britain on Wednesday, as Liverpool took on AC Milan for the cup. I sadly cheered for Liverpool, to show some solidarity on behalf of my English brethren, but cheering against the team that beat Chelsea is just bad karma. AC Milan came through with some lucky lucky goals, and as Sunny from Boozers predicted during a halftime SuperLager run, Liverpool was all out of gas in the second, and couldn't put the pieces together. Kaka looked good, while Peter Crouch looked as gangly and helpless as ever. So football goes.The end of football season, our return home... the end of LOST (damn!)... it's all very symbolic. I only wish more of the flat had seen the season finale. I've got some intense new historicist criticism I'd like to pull out on this whole Jack/Kate LA thing... plus the whole Charlie fiasco... the parallels are endless. More on that later.
In the meantime, I'm going to keep plugging away at this final video, grow a beard (ala Jack) in preparation for my trip home, and start my customary Jewish period of 10 days of mourning. Shiva means no showers, no shaving, and whatever else Sandra Oh taught me about it when Denny died. Who said tv wasn't educational.
posted by Kevin @ 11:44 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home