16th April 2012
Is this really happening? Three weeks ago I had no idea that I would be moving to a city where I wouldn’t know a soul, move into a house full of strangers and start working for an organisation I’ve always admired. This too-good-to-be-true situation, accompanied by the psychedelic music pulsing from the orange walls of the Magic Cafe (a Barrel House sister with WiFi for my internet-deprived body) almost convinces me I’m dreaming but then a child’s screech confirms reality. I ensure all my dreams are issued with 18 certificates.
OMG I digress. Basically I’m completely shattered from a tumultuous three weeks and now I’m in Oxford I haven’t the foggiest where to begin! Well, obviously my first port of call was to find an earthy, chilled out vegetarian friendly cafe with WiFi but what to do after that blessed first latte? An open bus tour? Visit the Bodleian Library? Join a rowing club?
Just writing those energetic words is making me sleepy. I think Arnold had the right idea with his careful word choice when he remarked on the dreaming spires of Oxford. Dreaming is something you do when you’re asleep. So until next time, good night.