40 days until departure
For those of you who don’t know me, I’m twenty years’ old and have recently cut off most of my hair. I study a BA in History and Russian at New College, Oxford. I live in the middle of nowhere. My family has just acquired a small rowing boat. My dog may or may not be bipolar.
I love writing. There are few things that I have encountered that I’ve found as easy as breathing, but English words have always come naturally to me. I’m starting out on an adventure this September: I’ll live alone in Russia for the third year of my degree. It’s a new chapter, and I’m taking the opportunity to write it. I know that there will be an invested few that will want to share the journey with me, so I’m doing this for them, and I hope that I’ll reach out to some new readers too, but I’m also doing it for me. I would like to find my creative written voice, which I have found to be dwindling away in the maelstrom of historical and literary essays – focussed on evidence and proof and argument – which has made up my last two years. I used to find the time to imagine and create, sometimes at inopportune moments (I vividly remember spending more time writing the beginnings of novels in GCSE Physics lessons than I spent listening to… well, whatever it was that we were being taught, point proven), but recently it’s taken big events to get me to the keyboard. It’s so much easier sometimes to scroll through Instagram or watch forty minutes of Netflix than it is to express myself.
So I’d like to use this as an anchor, a grounding tool, a reason to write more regularly through both the good and the bad, and to be honest with you all about where things are taking me. I want to share with you my thoughts, my feelings, and my days. I would like to construct some metaphor here about you taking hold of the anchor while I, the ship, pull you along with me on my progress, but I don’t think that’s actually how anchors work, so perhaps you should grab some water-skis or a banana boat instead and we’ll see how we go.