Survival

Five weeks away from my family – the longest time I’ve ever spent away from them, and home. My adventure was to Edinburgh, working for Underbelly during the Fringe.

I didn’t think I would be able to cope, the day before I left I went to the doctor and was prescribed beta blockers – I think these were partly my saviour through the month.

My other, greater saviour was the people – as a whole. Each and every person that I met during my time at the Fringe were in some way important to my survival.

I spent the majority of the first 3 weeks wanting to go home, and the rest in a state of mild depressive hole, but each day someone would unintentionally make me feel less scared, and less alone.

Looking back on my experience, the people were definitely the highlight. Sure, I saw a few amazing shows, but they wouldn’t have been enough to stop me giving in and crumpling. They became a kind of family – which is the only way I can think of to describe it, but I did see these people almost every day for 5 weeks.

 

So, in conclusion; to all the people I met during Fringe (and there are a lot of you in various capacities and contexts) – Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you.

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