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I can’t help but think of all the things I’m missing and unable to reach and of all of the lives that won’t be mine and wouldn’t even want to know mine.  Oxford is so, so amazing, and meeting all of these cute students that would be my friends if the situation were slightly different is also really cool (totally tubular), but when you see good you can’t help but think of the bad and when you know others are succeeding you can’t help but think of your own mediocrity.  I only feel like this during certain moments, though, and all of the other moments are fine and wonderful and beautiful.

Cute Brits plus Neal

Very chill

Wireless Festival

Very cool peeps

Got a British dude my life rox

Château D’Ussé and various obscure French towns