First and foremost, I managed to get home in order to attend Amy's funeral on Wednesday. It was a rather...surreal experience. I don't think that the situation really sank in until right at the last quote; "And a time for every purpose under the heavens." it's a quote that Anne McCaffrey used in ATWoP, though it comes originally from somewhere else. As soon as that was said, for some reason it jolted me. The service itself was a nice one - though I don't really have anything to particularly compare it to - with a great deal of us having to stand up since there wasn't enough seating. The seven other people from the main friendship group at school were all there, along with Mrs Dibbs and Mr Dover. There was a gathering afterwards, and things untensed slightly there and we were able to talk about Amy and our school memories and such. Odd, to think that as of next year, it would have been five years since I left compulsory education.
I'm supposed to be packing as I write this blog. I'm going to go to Raiders tomorrow with Len, and I've wangled it so I can take my sports bag and a small box of books with me, so I won't need to come back to Leicester until next Thursday or so, so I can hand in my Critical Theory essay that I got an extension on. Most other people have gone out this evening, so it's been nice and quiet.
Saki and I seem to be having more important conversations recently. Mostly about what cheeses her off about me, but this evening she told me that I critique everything she does. I don't know. Perhaps I am a little harsh...and I'm starting to realise that I rather expect her to take my tenderness towards her for granted. That is, I don't ever think to tell her, because she ought to already know. Which I realise now is absurd, but it isn't as if there was ever any ill intent meant towards her. Maybe I just think about it too much.
~Sara
P.S. Jon is still in contact, which has rather surprised me. He's wanting to go down to London in order to see a show with him. I've said I would, but I'm not going to be surprised if he suddenly just vanishes again before we get the chance to meet up.
