I welcomed in the new year at the pub we used to visit when we were 18, and it almost felt like we were going back in time rather than forwards. The rest of January passed in a blur of assignments and deadlines, but I managed to get out and about; see the city at night and drink cocktails in jazz bars, explore the tourist hot spots with an old friend and swap lectures for brownies.
The start of this month, spent in the countryside, feels like a lifetime away. But it has been a good start to 2015. Now time to move on to another month, where I am looking forward to turning 23, gigs, friends and more learning.
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