[this was first written for and published on New Grad, in August 2020]
It’s been a few weeks since uni started and I’m finding myself . . . trawling along, lost and wondering what to do. Even writing seems to be somewhat out of reach — I don’t know how to simply do or be anything, or exist. I’m fine but I’m just? I don’t know.
if anyone had told me last year that i would be studying English Literature at one of the prettiest campuses in London, i wouldn’t have believed them.