I would take you upstairs to the comfy sofas and the skylights. I would order tea and chocolate tiffin. We would sit smiling, sipping our drinks, munching on our cakes.
If were were drinking tea together now this is probably what I would I tell you....
I would tell you that I am so happy to be back for my second term. That I feel settled and at home in this glorious little city. I would laugh as I told you stories about my friends, how we sit all crammed on a bed, gazing at the tiny laptop screen watching Miranda on catch up.
I would ask you about your uni friends and about student housing. I would tell you that I feel so relieved to have found a house but also scared about having this grown up responsibility. That while it is exciting to be living out next year, I haven't got a clue about heating, bills, water tanks etc.
I would tell you that I am craving spring days. That jumpers really have had their day. I would lament that in Durham it is unlikely that I will be out of the woolies by May! I would tell you that for the last few days we have had glimpses of spring. That I have been sitting at my desk with the window open and that crazy blustery wind making the papers on my desk flutter. That every now and again standing in the sun there is a bit of warmth.
As I scraped the last crumbs off my plate and poured a second cup of tea I would tell you about the posts I am planning. How I am fitting writing them in breaks from essays. How blogging is the perfect outlet from academics. I would tell you that I am thankful for kind comments recently and understanding from blog friends. That I want to make my blog better and want to work on new content whilst find the balance with consistency.
We would chat about scrapbooking. I would ask about your latest layout and the newest paper lines. I would tell you that I am still fascinated by a world I don't really see myself as that involved in anymore. I would chat to you about project life. How it shapes my week. How much I love putting words to photos again.
We would drink the last dregs of tea and lean back in our chairs. I would tell you that I need to go to the library but the last time I went I forgot my card so had to walk straight back out again leaving my book abandoned. Awkward.
I would smile and say that I really should be getting back to work but it had been so so nice chatting. I would tell you that I am trying to remember that this year doesn't count for anything. That coffee breaks are good. (For my soul not my wallet)
I would point to this and we would laugh.
Yes. I think I would have lots to say to you. What would you want to tell me?