I always knew I’d never be able to stay away from Wales for long.
Cardiff is one of my favourite places in the UK and many of my friends are still there, including two of my housemates from third year. When they invited me to go and visit them for a couple of days there was no way I was gonna refuse; they’re like brothers to me.
But going back is strange.
Things have changed so much for me since I left university, but everything there was the same. Well, all the freshers looked incredibly young and there was a new Lego wall in my old local where someone had written ‘Send nudes’, but apart from that…
My days as a student felt like another life. It was like going back in time (and not just because my uni town is generally a bit run down). Weirdly, I think being back actually made me miss university less, not more.
To say this is a relief would be an understatement. I’ve spoken before about struggling to adjust to graduate life and I’d been starting to wonder if I was doing things the right way, if there even is a right way to do things (I suspect not). Ever seen the musical Avenue Q? The song What Do You Do With a BA in English? is all too familiar to me.
As it turns out, the trip was just what I needed. I enjoyed myself and it was fun to catch up with my friends and do all the things we used to, but I didn’t feel like I needed to be back there living with them. University is done now and I found myself fully accepting it at long last.
Yes, I do miss being a student (mostly for all the discounts, I won’t lie) but there’s so much more I want to do now I have my degree.
I’ve moved on, much more than I thought I had. And it feels good.
Did you go through something similar after your days at university? Let me know in the comments!