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.