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Relief. That is Mitch’s primarily emotion when he finally arrives in Yorkshire. He’s finally here. Actually, properly here – and not leaving again until the summer is done, that’s the plan. It’s late in the evening by the time that Mitch finally gets inside his new home. It’s small, but if it had been any bigger it would have felt eerily lonely.
Mitch finds himself standing on the veranda looking out over Leeds. The air is chilly, but he’s surprised that it’s not as dark as he would have expected for that time of night. Gaining experiences of every English – that’s what this is all about, right. So far, Mitch is only relieved, tired and already homesick and missing Alyssa.
Perhaps that wasn’t the greatest start, he presumes as he falls into bed. The sheets are white and still bare creases, but they manage to still feel homely, even though they aren’t actually home. Maybe Mitch is too tired not to be appreciative. Just as his head rests on the pillow and his eyes fall closed, his phone beeps.
Mitch looks at it immediately, hoping it’s Alyssa, although he really has no idea what time it would be in Australia. He grabs it and raises it into his eyeline. The number is unfamiliar.
The lads have heard about your adventures. You’re the only squad member ever to be deported from anywhere, please realise that. Hope you’re finally safe and sound. See you at the ground someday hopefully. Joe Root : )
Mitch smiles slightly.
Thnx mate
Although he appreciates Joe’s proper grammar, Mitch can’t bring himself to match the standard. He sends the message, then finally is allowed to sleep peacefully.