The same.

So far life has been racing past - just as if I never left.

I have deadlines already.
I have ridiculous university essays to write.
It is raining.
The sheep are hanging out in the field.
Everyone looks familiar (despite the multitude of hair cuts).
My room is cozy.
The food is the same.
The corridors are still echo-y.
My weekend is already full.

I feel at home.


(If you are interested in reading an article about the fashion show that was done at my school at the end of the last term, go here.)