Hello.

I could talk about how I've moved to a new city. Or how much I like it. Or that I obtained a job that I like and apparently everyone else wants. Or how much I'm weirded out by the social scene here. Or how little it turns out that I actually know about what 'cool' is. But that's pretty regular.

It's a little funny to me how I spend about 79% of my free time at work. I come here to study, I come here just to get coffee and talk to my co-workers. I suppose I love the consistency of this place. As many semi-established friends that I may have had coming into Oxford, or have made since moving here- they are of a different breed than the others. I think that's why I like coming here so much. Just like my class life and my friend life is completely separate [that's how I like it, going to class by myself and not knowing anyone, but making friends over the course of the semester], my friend life and work life have also stayed in their own circles. I know it can't stay like that forever, and the two have already overlapped pretty obviously, seeing that my co-workers are also my friends now. I don't know. I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's nice coming to this little coffee shop and not having pre-existing relationships tying me to these people. It's just me and the crew: a few handpicked people from almost every circle that this town offers.

For a few brief days this week, everything was up in the air. Class, living situations, relationships. And then suddenly today things have been slipping into place. For example, I now have a very heavy class load because within the course of one hour, I got into two of the classes I was waitlisted for. And honestly, I don't want to give either one of them up. I want to keep them both, and I want all 18 hours. But that might be stupid, seeing that I have a job. I suppose by saying above that things have been coming into place, I mostly meant classes and who would live downstairs in my house. But there's still time. There will be conflict, there will be awkwardness, not everything can fall into place all at once. I think if it did, that would be called Heaven. I could talk about all of these things. I could talk about struggles, joys, annoyances, and perks of this new life.

But here's something I will talk about.



I'll talk about how great these people are, and how much I miss them. For the charm of Oxford-town, I miss the afternoons with girls like these out at the refuge, just laying in the grass. I miss dancing with them. I miss watching old movies with them. They are very dear to me, and I hope that if any of my sweet things from Starkville read this, they can be sure that they haven't been abandoned. I'll never quite get over the Breakfast Club and afternoon romps.

Liebe, my darlings.