Tomorrow night I’m flying back to London for a week. I’m mostly excited for this, but there are definitely some weird feelings hanging about as well. I’m excited to see people. But I feel like everyone’s lives are so different at the moment, everyone is busy with 4th year, or doing things that I haven’t been involved in for the past 6 months. I’m worried I’ll go back and not recognise people, or that they won’t recognise me, or that I’ll be getting in people’s way. I wonder if it would have been better to just completely disappear for a year rather than turn up randomly half-way through. I’m sure that most of these worries will turn out to be just standard lucy bullshit paranoia once I actually get back there, but I think it will be interesting. One thing I do know for certain though: If I hadn’t have taken the chance to go back on my semester holiday (i.e. my 7 week break from uni) then I would have definitely regretted it.