My Sunday

There is something about this country that makes me, momentarily, forget my NYC roots and be able to relax and get into the slower pace of life. It’s just a bit more gentle here, something that I am relishing in instead of getting frustrated by.

Went to rugby practice today and got dirty playing in the mud—literally. I was covered head to toes in caked dirt and it was fantastic, we’ll see how long this kick lasts, though. Am in the middle of cooking for the Sunday pot luck, and decided to take a break and write a bit. On the menu: chocolate covered bananas and blue cheese covered toast drizzled in honey. When I start to get a bit SAD, I tend to hibernate and relish in taking care of people. Started vitamin and light therapy, and tomorrow I start the hard core work-outs and cutting out carbs—hopefully it’ll work and I won’t have to pop anti-depressants. I forget just how much I need sunlight.

And why for the lame post, you are probably wondering. I can do other things besides drink and pull boys in clubs. This is typical life at Oxford. After dinner I am off to my new favorite hang-out, the library. Couches, books, and quiet.