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Yesterday morning, the sky was low and grey and made me think of England.

It's not precisely fair, because in the summer in Oxford there were plenty of fine days, with clearer skies and lower humidity (sometimes) than we get here, but there it is. I'm sure it also has to do with the fact that the place has been on my mind lately, for a variety of reasons:

• Sunday was a year to the day since I came home, so last week was a year since All That Fun Stuff;
  
• my wee Oxford-babies have been getting their results (omg finishing their degrees, aiee!) -- at least sebastienne and osymandias have; thank god foulds is on a four-year course;
  
• I just (some time in the past few days) got an invitation to Son of a Preacher Man's wedding.

All of this combined with yesterday's low grey sky, and I couldn't close my eyes without seeing Wellington Square and Walton Street and Broad Street and St Giles and Gloucester Green and the chapel at Wadham and the cathedral at Christ Church and the bar in the basement of StX.

And you know? It was okay. Reading over the LJ entries from All That Fun Stuff this time last year still breaks my heart a little bit, but seeing Oxford around every corner yesterday just made me very slightly nostalgic. If nothing else, it inspired me to actually get off my ass and begin the process of renewing my passport.

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You know, it occurs to me, I've also been thinking a lot about Charlottesville lately, even to the point of considering driving down there just to have a wander around one of these weekends. What's going on in my head? Anyone?