Arrival

Here I am again. Post the drama of what was supposed to be a quiet episode in the country, I have rejoined civilisation, and I have moved my Queendom to a small flat in Worthing. Worthing. I wouldn't say it was my first choice for a town to live, but perhaps that is because, like many seaside towns, the best part is the seaside.

I am exhausted, I can't believe I even have the focus to write any of this. This is too hot work to last long.  I have a Russian Visa to somehow work out this week. I don't think I am going to make it in time for the 21st of April but I will try. I will probably have to do the paperwork Wednesday and then beg work for a day to go to London.

Yesterday I made the epic journey down here, having packed all my things and moved all my boxes pretty much on my own. I hired a man with a van and just got out of Steyning. It now feels a million miles away, all the problems, all the drama, and the cat. Everything here is super chilled out. My flatmate is Italian and so laid back.

Their friend is studying medicine in the other room, and I have been trying to cheer him along. The sound of cars is constant, and I sometimes hear people leaving the theatre. It is a world away from the silence of Steyning, but somehow, I feel a bit more at home.

I burnt some sage-like any self-respecting wannabe witch.

I better get back to my visa.