Pillow talk

Sundays are often unfairly treated. Associated with the doom and gloom of Monday morning stresses, Sunday can be an ominous time for all. But Sunday is also a time for lazy breakfasts, morning papers and copious amounts of caffeine. For afternoon strolls and lengthy phone calls to friends neglected during busy weeks. Katie, a friend from uni who saw me through plenty of tequila and third year exams, is joining me in some downtime as we nurse our vodka/cherryade hangovers.

While I am still indefinitely both single and unemployed (though technically a student so I'm not despairing about this quite yet) Katie comes complete with both man and job. She even has a house deposit. So Sunday morning pillow talk is consisting of chuntney recipes and vintage weddings. Katie's dreams are made of cupcakes and bunting, fairylights and sepia photographs. I have to say it's an ever-so-charming diversion from council meetings and AV.

Looking back to my third year of University, summer 2009, mine and Katie's lives were strikingly similar. We entered the wide world as arts-based-graduates-with-boyfriends with similar aspirations for the future. Two years later and the twists and turns of fate have left me scattered, still piecing back together reminents of that former life. Katie, on the other hand, has managed to keep her focus on the original plan, with a job relating perfectly to her degree and that same man who she always told us would be there for the long haul. Though it's a concept so familiar it's a cliche, it still shocks me how much time can change. How differently things can turn out.

There is a small part of me that one day hopes for the vegetable patch and the jam jars on the window sill, but for now uncertainty holds its own charm.

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