Compared to that very first week I was here, this is heaven. That first horrifying week when I didn’t even dare to speak. Heck, I starved in my room for five hours till Hannah came by to show me around.
And now, well, the timidity is still there but it is compensated by familiarity. I had doubts then about being able to face loneliness. I suppose it is too much to ask someone to face both the unknown and isolation at the same time.
That said, judged against my complete dependence a few years ago, I think I’ve grown.
Right now, I am happy to be alone. Light. Free. Alive. Aided by a leeeetle bit more discipline.
A week of whatever I want to do.
Me and my jigsaw puzzle. Me and my anatomy book. Me and Mais Oui!. Me and my Penguin Russian.
Ohoh. Spoils of the day.
A Russian dictionary—three pounds
An A5 sketchpad-- ninety nine pence
A book on Surrealism-- three pounds
A puzzle of the map of Britain that comes with a laminated copy of the map!-- five pounds
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