It’s comforting to see bucket hats askew and Nikes galore as I wander back to RMIT for another semester, Melbourne’s still got that frosty feeling but at least Building 9 is always appropriately overheated. My ludicrously talented best friend has just flown off to London for a good seven months and I’m somewhere between distraught and delirious, rolling out of bed at 5:30am certainly doesn’t improve things – and by rolling out of bed, I literally mean my face makes contact with the floor regularly.
As seasons change and new schedules arise, it’s interesting to see how an entire social group can suddenly begin to orbit and adapt. Moving in and moving out, jetting off and running away, no one seems to stay in the same place for long. It’s the sort of change that seems to be bound with loss but also brimming with potential.