FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 2011
09:40PM
HOME IN IRELAND, KELZA'S AND SHANNON'S ROOM

Dear Jason,

Well, what can I write? Since you've phoned already, you know about my day. Nice lie-in, daytime telly, no free time as Shannon and Sophie are talking to me nearly all the time, probably still giddy that I'm here.

There's still a weekend to go but I'm nervous about going to university. Very, very nervous. The whole registration faff hasn't helped my anxiety any as I have this strange and horrible feeling that I won't get to start my course and all of this - the effort, the gap year and the pain of being away from you - will all be for nothing.

I miss you so much. I don't know how many times I've written that already but I really do. They say university can be some of the best years of your life but in all honesy I just want them to go by in a blur, so I can go back to you with a degree and ready to consider settling down - or whatever you want. What's good for you is good for me.

I just miss you and the time we had - but even here you aren't far away; not really.

We left Nanny Sophie's about forty minutes ago (it's 9:55 now) and since then I haven't done much. I made a cup of chai; my first in a good few days - and now I'm sitting on my mattress writing you this letter. Wearing the striped tights and blue dress-top thing. So now you know what I'm wearing.

You wouldn't believe how glad I am that you like 'The Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy'. I'm always worried when I lend or give books to people that I think they'll love, incase I'm wrong and they think it's boring or badly written. That you're finding it such a rewarding read is fantastic, and I'm sorry I've inadvertently made you humiliate yourself on the train home!

Shortly after you went back to Exeter on Monday I had a pretty good idea. I took those pictures I'd taken of you before the Cambridge Rock Festival - one of which you're doing the 'Glen face' on - and stuck them in the front of my academic diary with a paperclip. So I've been able to look at them whenever I've been really missing you. And do you remember the shepherd's purse you gave me ages ago? That's in there too, stuck down with sellotape.

Added bonus - in the photos, you have the beard! Complain all you like about it but I think it looks sexy on you. And the hair! It's nice to have something to run my fingers through! I love your hair as it was when I last saw you.

Tell you what, the phone Sophie gave me has a pretty good camera phone. If I can figure out how to transfer the pictures to a computer, I can take plenty of photos when I'm over at Christmas and we can use Dad's photo printer to get copies.

After I wrote to you yesterday I passed the time on the ferry by working on 'The Timeshare Presentation of Death'. It's at 120 pages now and nearly done. This weekend, I swear I'll have it!

I keep thinking about December, coming back and seeing you in the airport's arrivals lounge for the first time in months. I can't wait for it and I'm going to work unbelievably hard to make the time fly.

Loving and missing you,
Kelza xxxxxxxx