According to the wisdom of Facebook… and the calendar, I was four days away from moving away to university and starting the biggest adventure of my life. Today I am at Tom’s laptop in our new room in our new house in our new town (Cheltenham), ready to start another big adventure in our new course at our new university!
I have no qualms in saying that the past two years have been the best of my life; despite the crippling lows (and there have been lows) I have never felt as happy, as loved or of such measurable worth as I have since September 2009. I have lived with, worked with and grown to love some of the most fascinating, passionate people I have ever had the pleasure to be near to.
I almost need not state the obvious fact that people age and people change (although I just have), but the changes I have seen in myself and those around me in these last precious years are nothing short of miracles. We arrived in Weston on Sunday the 13th of September 2009, a bunch of naive eighteen and nineteen (for the most part) -year-olds, unsure and afraid of what would happen once their parents unpacked their cases and drove home without them. (I, fortunately, didn’t have this worry as I travelled on a coach, leaving my parents blubbering at 7am that morning in Sunderland Interchange.) What I see now when I see photos of my classmates… my friends… or play one of the many little silent movie memories in my head, is a group of adults, preparing themselves for the final leg of the journey into “the big wide world”. A group of individuals banded together as one.
However, sadly, as all good things do; my time in Weston-Super-Mare came to an end and new beginnings were afoot - a new course, a new place, potentially a new career path - but the old memories still remain…
We saw and did the most incredible things together. Together we laughed and together we cried. And together we shall remember…
