It’s been over a year since receiving a rejection from my preferred university, and less than a year since knowing I was going to go there.
A year; a reflection.
Flicking through the clumsy marginalia and scribbles in my moleskine diary, I stumbled across the week that I spent mourning the immense loss and pain after results day, but exactly 56 weeks after that, we are here. We happen to be living now: on the 27 September. And by this time next week, I will be there. I will be in Durham.
I will (try to) document my stay there; what I get up to and student life in general. It’ll be interesting. I’m intrigued.
Reading the beginning pages of Atonement by Ian McEwan on the train to Glasgow, my eyes began to pick up smallest of details. McEwan has an extrinsic gift of bringing out the beauty of the simplest of objects, emotions and people through the meticulous alignment of words.
Upon arrival in the beautifully historic town of Glasgow, I too began to pick up the minutiae of everything around me: the silver lining of the curve of each tile on the ancient roofs, the discolouration of the decrepit brickwork, the autumnal hues of the foliage surrounding the university buildings.
The only other way to better illustrate the landscapes and architecture I saw would be through photographs. Enjoy.
If you’d like to share my photography, I would love for you to share my blog along with it too as credit! Thank you so much to everyone who has taken time to read my blog.