Letters to July – Thirteenth

I’m going to try and blog every day during July as part of Letters to July. It’s probably a bad idea.
Dear July,
You know that I keep a diary, July. I’ve been doing it for long enough for you to get the idea. Because I write every day, I can go back and look at what I did exactly a year ago, two years ago, three years ago. It’s a strange and humbling thing to do.
One year ago today – I went to my yoga place for the very first time. I’d forgetting how intimidating it used to be, how much bravery it took to go to classes. That’s almost unimaginable now. Yoga probably the place I feel most at ease.
Two years ago today – I played the new edition of Dungeons and Dragons for the first time, in the Grafton Council Chamber before they built the new library. It seems so strange that the new edition has been coming for that long.
Three years ago today – Alex had just moved to Newcastle and was trying to find a place to live. We slept a lot that day and I didn’t want to get up at 7am the next day to play Quidditch. I miss Quidditch.
Four years ago today – my brother and I had a joint birthday party (his 18th, my 20th). We went to the beach with a bunch of people – people who I don’t know much any more, people I’ve since drifted away from. We played Monopoly by joining two boards together into an infinite figure eight.
It’s so bizarre that I have five years* worth of day, July. Five years’ of Julys that I’ve captured in letters less public than these ones.
Alex x
Letters to July is a project started by Emily Diana Ruth. For more information, click here.

* The diary which contains July from five years ago is at my parent’s house so I can’t check what happened that day.

Further reading

December – home

I spent the first minutes of 2018 on the beach. I’ve never actually spent New Year