I enjoyed hanging out with Tristan yesterday. We both needed company, and I think it's good that we got to know each other a bit better. I think a friendship is slowly starting to develop between us, and I'm glad as I haven't got many friends here yet. Back home I had a big gang of friends, and it's been hard to get used to spending so much time alone. But it's getting better, and having someone that I can consider a friend is making it much easier.
I'm also starting to feel less homesick. I'm almost properly settled in and I sort of know my way around, and that combined with the fact that I do at least know some people suggests that it's all going to work out. There was a time not so long ago when all I wanted was to go back home, but I'm glad I gave it a chance. It's the bravest thing I've ever done, and I'm super proud of myself for having the courage to just go for it, 'taking a leap of faith' as my friend Matt called it.
Even though I did get to know Tristan a little better last night, I think there's much more to him than meets the eye. I've never been good at reading people, but I get the impression that he's not that happy. He seemed kind of off the first time I ever spoke to him, though I guess I maybe caught him on a bad day. But he was still nice to me, so I'm not bothered by it. I wasn't hugely happy myself, though I'm not really one for public shows of emotion.
I've been out for a walk and to take more photos today, and while it's still cold, I can feel summer coming. I'm from California where it's sunny almost all the time, so it'll be nice to actually have good weather. I don't think I'll ever really get used to the rain though, and I'd like to see snow sometime. Tristan was appalled yesterday when I was showing him some photos of home, and when I was talking about the weather, I casually mentioned having never seen snow. "What do you mean you've never seen snow?"
"I've seen it on tv." I'd said. "It barely rains in California, why would I have ever seen snow?" It did make me laugh though. It's weird how different two countries can be, and I definitely haven't been in England long enough to really be able to comment. But I'm planning on staying for a year or so, maybe more, so I guess I'll find out.
I'm on my way back to my apartment, having had quite a relaxed day. That's a big advantage of being a photographer, I don't usually have deadlines to worry about, and I'm rarely forced to do stuff. I would be terrible at any job that involved having to deal with people, I find people exhausting. I'm happy with what I have now, and that's what's important.
I head back towards my building just as the rain starts to fall. I like watching rain out the window, but I'm less keen on getting drenched by it. Luckily it doesn't take me long to get inside. I take my coat off and head up the stairs rather than taking the elevator, mostly because I can't be bothered to queue. I unlock my apartment and notice some post. Someone must have slipped it under my door as I usually have to go downstairs to get it.
I unfold the paper to find a note reading 'You left your jacket here yesterday. Just thought I ought to let you know. Tristan :)' I have to laugh when I see he put a smiley face at the end. I don't remember leaving a jacket there, but then again I am quite forgetful. Seemingly I'm also unlucky, as I go up to Tristan's to get it, but get no response when I knock at the door. I know it was only one flight of stairs, but it was still unnecessary exercise.
I turn to go back downstairs when I hear someone shout "Just fuck off!" It startles me a bit, and worse it came from Tristan's apartment. I didn't think there was anyone there, but it wasn't him yelling, so it was obvious that there was something happening. I hope he's ok, but it's not really any of my business, and there's nothing I could do anyway.
I let myself back in and take off my shoes, and I then hear a loud door slam upstairs. That definitely doesn't sound good, but I think getting involved would make things worse. It's awkward knowing but not being able to do anything, so to take my mind off it I go to make some coffee. But I can't stop hoping that my friend is ok.
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He's American (Trames au)
Fanfiction"I love your accent, it's so cute." "You're going to have to get used to it, we all talk like this here." Or, where Tristan has his heart broken, and the only thing that heals it is the sunny American who moves in upstairs. *vaguely based off she's...
