General, University

Don’t cry because it is over. Smile because it happened.

Me at graduation
Me at graduation

Graduation. I’ve been through 18 years of education, and I come out of it with a piece of paper, and a mountain of photographs. Today, well yesterday now technically, I graduated from Lancaster University with a degree in Geography. I can now have BSc Hons at the end of my name. Not that I am going to start writing my name with that on the end, but it is nice to know I could do, y’know, if I wanted to.

Real-life, and future, and careers, and ‘what are you going to do next?’ As soon as you finish one chapter, everyone starts asking about the next. Today has made me realise that it’s fine to not know what I want to do, because I reckon I was definitely in the majority with the slight feeling of being lost. I’ve decided that is a good thing now. I will hopefully just wander until I fall into something I enjoy.

After hours of wearing those robes, I was a) boiling, and b) suddenly aware of how I walk normally. De-robing made me realise how heavy the robes etc were. I was quite content in them, and even though we all looked like idiots in the sun on a warm day, robed in extra-layers, extra black layers, it was a nice feeling to be able to wear them. I don’t feel that happy with all the photos, but I am so glad we took way too many. I mean, way way way too many. We are talking hundreds. There were some candid ones that we didn’t realise we being taken, which was a nice surprise, we all look so happy.

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General, University

Home, Sweet Home…?

Earlier this week, I stood on Lancaster Railway station waiting for the 14:39 Virgin train to London Euston for the las time, and I had a thought: “Do I Instagram this moment? It’s probably significant.” I never bothered, can’t say (yet) that I regret that. I still haven’t had that “this is it, this is the end moment” that everyone else on my Facebook feed seems to be having. I haven’t completely moved out of Lancaster yet, a load of my stuff still sits in my house there, but I have moved back into my parents house until I travel in September, so full all intents and purposes, I no longer live there. Maybe it will hit me when I need to find places in my room for all my stuff, or when I pack the last box of kitchen utensils for the last time, or maybe it will be when I stand alongside my friends at Graduation. I just don’t see it happening. Even though I won’t be able to go back like my friends will next year, when they need a break from the real world, I just don’t really get that end moment.

There are things about being home that are just awesome: having a decent shower, the ability to have a nice relaxing bath without feeling like you’re in a cave with a cave troll jumping above you (our extractor fan was rather noisy), being able to sit downstairs without worrying about next doors cat climbing through the window, having a big TV that has sky and HD and record and shows sport how it should be watched, the dishwasher (not having to wash all the dishes is vastly underrated) a separate washer and dryer, a garden, cars to pop to the shops in, better food, bath towels (not Disney beach towels – as much as I love them, there is nothing like getting out of the bath and wrapping yourself in a fluffy bath towel), family, and Liverpool.

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