December Snow

This is the first December of my 18 (and a bit) years that I have seen snow- and my, has it snowed! The last three days have turned Hampstead into a stunningly pretty scene from a Dickensian village, with flurries falling over the last 3 days amid the 19th Century style lamposts and cobbled alleys. I am in love with the English winter once more. I realise that this may not sound as impressive as you had hoped, but for England this amount of frozen precipitation is quite epic. Quite romantic too, considering my recent activities of night time walks in the snow, frolicking on the Heath, and ice skating at the Tower of London. And last night, too, was lovely- G took me out as my christmas surprise; to see The Raveonettes live at the Islington Academy (a event made complete with gorgeous strawberry and vanilla M&S cupcakes, I may add).

These past few weeks have created a tentative optimism for me. They have been a lovely culmination to a semester of firm friendships formed, a new life embarked upon, and new independence enjoyed. They have shown me that despite certain difficulties, 2009 has been a good year, 18 a good age. Not everything is perfect, but it doesn't matter; I feel mature enough to know that there will always be things to overcome, but that they will eventually be overcome. I feel balanced. Finally, I am in my place. I am genuinely, unashamedly, happy.

Although, right now I do feel vaguely lost, having just recieved a tremendous shock to my system due to the vanishing of K to the motherland for 3 weeks. I will get used to it, obviously, but right now I do rather miss him.

Music- Snow Patrol- Open Your Eyes (Marky & Bungle Remix)

xxx