I've repeated it so much now that it almost feels like cliché but I truly mean it when I say that I long for those simple things, and I live for friends, family, comfort, home, good food, good music, good books... I feel older than my age sometimes (and look younger than I am, so that's awkward) so I find it astounding when I see behaviours around me that really should belong in the playground. When I was out last night hearing people talk about their babies, their families, Christmas plans and celebrations I felt strongly that these are the things that matter, and that people who prioritise these things seem so much happier and more at ease. We are all growing up now and becoming adults; we should be shedding the skins of pettiness and triviality and growing into people who focus on making others, and ourselves happy. At the moment this sickness is permeating into all areas of my life and I am getting tired, so tired, of all of the 'he said, she said', the sneakiness, backstabbing and the energy some people put into making others feel bad. Both mine and Tom's future is quite uncertain at the moment because our jobs and workplace won't exist next year and the thought of having to go through so much change over the next 18 months is wearing me down too (though at least we have the wedding to look forward to!).
Also, I saw Villagers last Sunday in Oxford and they were stunning. This song will also be keeping me company today.