A physical move, move through space with my physical body. As well as trying to make a move on with my assignments, especially my presentation for the dissertation conference which is on Wednesday 4th November.
No detailed breakdown of days this week, because they weren’t that different from each other and it’s all a bit of a blur. On Tuesday I went to Don’t Tell Mama with my flatmate and got the Greek coffee (black, no sugar). It was okay but certainly not worth £2.50, and I’m not a sucker for independent coffee shops in the UK (they’re overpriced and don’t offer loyalty schemes in general, you can get better promotions in chains like Costa and Starbucks), so it wasn’t the greatest outing.
On Wednesday I met a friend for a walk around the Meadows and discovered the gem of the Starbucks menu: cafe misto (I got it with soy milk). It’s brewed coffee 50:50 with steamed milk. And only £1.85 for a short one. You’re welcome. (It was delicious).
Most of the days were poor in terms of mood and physical wellbeing, and the problem was I didn’t go outside a lot. A big breakthrough came on Saturday when I thought: okay, if I am to seriously consider going home this semester, I need to pack up now to see if it’s actually possible.
On Saturday we also went to the City Art Centre to see two exhibitions. Given that I find my flatmate nothing but extraordinarily annoying, I didn’t have a very good time there either.
And guess what? It was possible. It is possible. I spent a lot of time on the weekend packing, and I did it very successfully. Stay tuned for week 7 to see how things turned out eventually!