Travels

Woke up this morning, went on a jog (30 minutes, of which I jogged 20...), caught my train, forgot to compost my billet, composted my billet with 2 minutes to spare.

Trains make me anxious. Luckily there was a kind woman sitting across from me who calmed me down, told me I was on the right train and guarded my bags while I composted my ticket. What a sweetheart :) I owe you one, karma.

Was picked up by two wonderful and sassy grandparents.

Granny Peppa- When we come pick you up on monday, we may be covered in blood. We're visiting our lawyer that morning.
Me- Her blood or yours?
Granny Peppa- Hers.

Nuff said.

Then took a plane (AN HOUR LONG FLIGHT... BEST TIMES EVER) to south hampton, where I saw my beloved father for the first time in six weeks. It'll be another eight months after this weekend before I see him again. Sad times. But knowing I have such a loving support base at home means I can venture forth freely. Plus adventuring takes up a lot of emotional capacity. If you notice me acting more like a robot in terms of affection, chances are I had an adventure. It happens to the best of us.

Currently on the Isle of Wight, place of unmarked roads and british accents. I tried my hand at a fake british accents. My cousins shut me down. But they've been teaching me, very kindly.

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

I've been responding and speaking in french by accident here. Greeted my cousin I met today with "salut mec" (what's up dude). We (all those under the age of 18 and 364 days) had a little show off with all the weird flexibility double jointed things we can do.

Me-You have too much free time.
Cousin Ned-No, just badly spent time.

Tomorrow we dance until three in the morning.

Elle me dit danse, danse, danse, danse.

YAY FOR BEING NINETEEN THIS WEEKEND!