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A lil’ haul from London:

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Last Wednesday, I headed to London for a lil’ day trip. I somehow managed to land an interview for the Curtis Brown Books internship. It’s safe to say that the interview went terribly, so I treated myself to some books n that. Any excuse, really…

London was an OK place.

I’ve always been a little sad about having to one day move there. All the jobs I want are London-centric. I knew I’d have to up my life and start all over again there. I was always a little despondent about it, though. I’ve only been to London twice and I never really got to explore the place. It was hop on coach, hop off, and then hop back on again.

Wednesday was the first day in London that I actually got a feel for the place. I don’t feel too scared about moving there now – well, one day. I’m actually quite looking forward to it. It’s so big, and there’s so much to do. I mainly spent my time in two different Waterstones, but I did head to the National Portrait Gallery to see the Brontë paintings!

Anyway, long story short, I felt awful after the interview. I haven’t found out whether I got the internship yet, but I just know I haven’t. It didn’t go well. I clammed up and I was uming and arring a lot. I decided to treat myself to make it all better. So, yeh, let’s discuss the things I picked up.

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Wandering in York:

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I took myself on a lil trip to York yesterday.

I visited as a child but I can hardly remember it. I longed to wander the Shambles, to stand in front of the Minister, and to be transported back in time by the many museum collections. I boarded the train at half 9 and set off on my solo journey.

It was a frosty morning. The fields were coated in white. Ice formed on top of the passing rivers. A white cloud formed when I breathed out. I was disturbed by a sharp draught when the train doors opened. Winter is well and truly upon us.

I distracted myself by reading Emma Donoghue’s The Wonder, a historical fiction set in Victorian Ireland. A miracle child has survived without food for months. Lib has been employed to watch the child – to uncover the truth. Is it a hoax or is it real? I was so close to finishing it.

The train pulled into the station at quarter past 11. It was mental. I should have known. York plus Black Friday Weekend equals chaos.

I wandered around, trying to find the nearest Costa. I wanted to nestle down in a corner with my toastie and lemon muffin to carry on reading. I had a peek at the Shambles on the way. Forget about the generic Harry Potter shops – the buildings were my favourite. The structure and architecture of them were divine, jutting out at all angles, with the cobblestones beneath my feet.

After I had my fill, I made my way to the Minister. I couldn’t visit inside. It was a Sunday after all, something must have been on. I came back before my train, but there was a hugggeeeeeee queue waiting. I wanted to be in awe of the interior of the place, but I guess I’ll just have to come back and visit another day.

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