First term of uni I was a fish out of water. I’d made the biggest decision of my life to that point and shocked everyone. So off I went, a small town Welsh girl in the middle of London. I barely knew who I was.
It took the few constants I could take with me; my love of literature, rugby, and frankly my cooking that pulled me out of my nervous shell (helps when the smell of baking attracts half the building to your door!). Oh and my accent: 10 years on and it still hasn’t changed. Everyone does a double take when they find out I’m Welsh.
What’s this got to do with the theme running through my posts on #rugby and #poetry ? Plenty. Rugby was my touchstone, the one thing that helped start conversations with strangers during matches. It may not have made me fast friends but it certainly helped.
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