How two senior citizens made my day

I was standing in Primark yesterday, having found the coziest jumper perfect for the coming cold winter days, when two petite elderly women come up to me and they asked me eagerly where in the store they could find that "lovely jumper". I pointed them in the right direction and they hurried that way with their small red patent purses and enormous glasses.

Back again

I started this blog more than a year ago. I had just started my foundation year in Sweden and I was confused, so confused. Was I really allowed to do art, all day? Everyday? ALL THE TIME? I couldn't really believe I finally got to do what I wanted to. I was caught up in it all, and that is one, amongst other reasons, why this blog was quickly put aside.

However! I am now in uni, at Kingston University in London to spend the next years living and breathing art, and I suddenly remembered this little blog. I figure it will be a good way to keep my thoughts and ides organized, while at the same time maybe get some input from someone out there reading this. I am just in the beginning of my 6th week here, and while I'm still lost and confused when it comes to work, I'm getting a hang of this whole living in a different country all alone and slowly getting to know my way around Kingston. What I'm trying to say is that I do feel like I've settled in, and that this time I really should be able to keep this blog alive!

A brand new start in a house with a history

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Let me introduce myself. Im Amanda. Im 18 years old. I lived in sweden until I was 12, when my family and me moved to our little pink townhouse in the south of Spain. I am now back in the city where i spent my childhood years to study art in a school situated in a 250 year old house. Its cellar has all these amazing brick arches and its a few degrees cooler than the other school. And even though im usually terrified by these sorts of old time basements (I say i don't believe in ghosts, but, well, i do. Sometimes.), I'm just as fascinated by them. For example, this basement used to belong to a motorcycle gang some years back, and there are still some works of graffiti that reminds us students about who used to roam about in these halls. And just above it, on the first floor I have my very own corner to imagine and create godknowswhat. 

I just started today, and i think its going to be a pretty great year.