'The Tourist'

Yesterday evening, I went to my Film Studies leaving do, where I met my coursemates (most of whom I have never spoken to, yet they know my name...) and my lecturers, or should that be old lecturers? I had fun meeting everybody and it was great to see some of the lecturers be totally red from the consumption of alcohol.

Being there yesterday made me regret a lot of things that I had not done over the last 3 years of univeristy, but the main one is knowing my coursemates better - I spoke to a few of them who had turned up and they seemed geniunely nice. Strangely, it was hard to say goodbye to people I barely knew, but i know I will remember them for their antics. Saying goodbye is hard and it is something I do not like doing.

Speaking to my therapist yesterday made me realise what kind of life I've had in Sheffield. It lead me to the question - do I really want to leave? In some aspects, yes I do - I'm wanting to move down to London, but it's too expensive. I'm not wanting to move home because of difficult family stuff. I'm not sure what my options are now, and it could mean staying in Sheffield for another year.

But i have too much on my plate right now. Everything needs to slow down.