. . . . to my manchester self again~

Today I travelled back from London to Manchester. I was in London for five nights for two purposes. One was to attend my friend’s graduation, and another for an important medical appointment. Both went really well. I saw my friends after a long time, and it all just stimulated a side of me which I’ve been missing for a while now! I missed being the person I am when I am with them; lively, careless, daring, and simply amusing.I just discovered something new about myself when I was on the train coming back. I now realise why I have moments of confusion when I change situations, environments, and relations. With every person, in every place, a new me and an old me meet to give birth to a new feeling. Sometimes I also see some of my friends in me. I don’t think its all negative influence, but it’s nice, because I am a blend of myself, and a blend of all the people I met throughout my life. I can become an open guest-book. However, I love how the real me remains radiant in the core of my personality, in my mind and my style. Come to think of it, I even have my own style. I love how I have so many different styles ranging from chick to vintage to classic to posh. It just depends on my mood the morning I wake up. I slip into the style that suits my mood and the person I am that day. Perhaps I am more than one person; perhaps I am 20 people who only come alive when they are all combined. Like the human body . . . an organ alone cannot function until all other organs are functioning perfectly well too.When I am in London, I live my days busy as a bee. Faces to see, places to go, things to do! It’s a lively and active week on my agenda and my bank account, not so much on my library account though! .. the only time I probably use my reading skills is when I am reading a restaurant’s menu, a price tag or a receipt! .. as shallow as that sounds, it’s actually nice for a little change. But I simply cannot live my whole life this way, not even if I had the option to! .. I actually missed being surrounded by books in a massive library as I hide between racks filled with books of all topics and subjects. I miss writing notes up to the point where I can almost hear my fingers complaining to my mind to send signals to my consciousness so that I would put the pen down and rest my hands. I miss printing off important papers and organizing my file for future reference, in case I ever need to go back for a look. Most of all, I miss this..i miss typing random personal thoughts, it just relaxes me in some special way.As for now…it’s almost mid-night.. I will just lay on the couch and relax before I take a long sleep for a productive day tomorrow. I’ll arrange the flowers and place them by my bed to start my day with a gentle scent of fresh orange orchids and wild yellow roses.Nighty nights, tight hugs, lotsa little cute wishies