Today it is a balmy and quiet June day, and I'm writing a lengthy post from my little bedroom-nook for the first time in what feels like forever. Ā So much has changed since my last long internet journal entry, and you'll also notice that over the past week-or-so, this little space has undergone some changes of its own.
My new blog name "Letters to Frederick" honours the memory of both my best bunny friend forever, Fred, and also my grandfather, whose middle name was Frederick. Ā Whilst I've mostly been posting little Instagram snapshots with tiny tales here and there, I feel as though journaling more from this point forward might help me find an avenue of expression.
I'm not certain on where to start in terms of changes, but I'll begin by telling you that my third year of university was certainly a difficult one, and between grieving for my great-grandmother, thoughts of setting my sights on other things than just further study had me feeling every kind of emotion imaginable. Part of me worries that I've spent so long reaching for what should feel like a 'dream job', yet, by only focussing on university, I feel as though I might have missed out on a job that I could have loved, and one that might have given me more time to draw and write.Ā One thing that keeps me motivated is realising that it doesn't matter how long it takes you to get where you need to be, so long as you get there.
Other than that, Iāve been spending time with my dear folks, and Iāve started work on my asexuality dissertation, which Iāll tell you more about very soon.Ā Iām also in a long-distance relationship with a boy called Austin that you will have likely heard me mention in my (much shorter) earlier posts. Ā Austin lives in America and he'll be visiting for the very first time soon, so I'll be sure to blog about some of our adventures next month.
I have some new poems to show you, my cactus family and some artwork too, and I'll be posting more often within the next few weeks.
Until then, Iām wishing you all beautiful adventures of your own.
P.S. Oh, the above little photograph is of a bumblebee I painted in watercolours and acrylics, inspired by a recent trip to a garden centre with my lovely parents where I saw the sweet bees collecting pollen. šš»
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