I am writing this having just had the hottest bath in my life, I don’t think I can concentrate on much else other than the pumping heart beat in my toes! Baths are my go-to, I don’t think, in my whole 23 years (I was running baths at the age of 1 obvs), I’ve ever managed run a succession of ‘the right temperature’ baths. Literally about 1% is what I am actually wanting.
I prefer baths over showers anyday, especially with an episode of How I Met Your Mother… who doesn’t enjoy pining over Ted, wishing they were as girl next door as Robin and constantly fighting in their head over whether you want to grow old and as cute as Marshall and Lily; all of this whilst boiling one’s skin off, and dreaming of a colder bath. This is my ultimate ‘chill out’. Anyways, this rambling must stop.
Today we talk University… the three years where you study what you think that you love… ’cause at 19, you definitely know what you want to do for the rest of your life – I hardly knew what type of ice cream I wanted let alone life choice. That’s beside the point – University – Is that it? Has everything peaked?
Do we ever get to go back to the scenes of staring at a computer screen trying to complete a paper, whilst stalking peers on Facebook and trying to find the most awkward photo of them. Or back stalking the prettiest people in the year to find photos that you can ridicule them with at a later stage – I shouldn’t admit that.
Do we ever go back to the stage where gossip is all that we talk about? I don’t want to talk about mortages, or diets, or even baby’s sleep patterns when I get to that stage (gosh, that’s a scary thought)… gossip trumps it all.
Starting uni was full of awkward talks about what you did before and why you’re studying what you chose – Equine Managment (with Business) was my choice and my reason is, simply as honest and boring as it can be… I love horses; this is another posts worth of chat. I will not bore you on that now.
I am worried though, I am worried about what happens next. We have left university, we have graduated, we have had the drunken parties where everyone invites everyone and the oddest friendships blossom. And we’ve had the year when the whole year became a lot closer and less awkward… and this makes me worried that this is it.
This is the end of the fun, meeting new friends – not making a lot of effort to catch up with people, the club trips that end in the best nights. Or as the end as I know it.
Sure, the next step – is going to be adventurous; it’s going to be intense, tear jerking, encouraging, amazing, adrenaline rushing and probably most of all, full of loved ones and I can’t wait…but it still hangs over me.
I want to go back to University – I want to go back to hanging out with friends all of the time; I want to go back to having housemates that take the piss out of you for having your horse in Full Livery (for the horse’s health…not the daily line ins obvs) and convince you that eating Tesco’s own packet pasta is the best thing (if you’re looking for a pick me up – head to the ‘ready made section’ and purchase the Broccoli and Cheese Pasta packet. Takes 15 mins max..and is great for a night in front of TV.) I miss waking up to the noise of my housemate making a cup of tea early in the morning before doing her horse; the moaning, the admiration for each other and the ultimate Tunnel nights.
It will never be the same, sure we can all go back to the place, and enjoy it’s world and campus but not everyone else will be there – only the people you have invited. The balls will be good, even if just a reunion but they don’t last forever. It’s hard to invite everyone to a party now we’ve got our own lives.
I pray that you will be as fun as University, Mr Next Step.. I’m ready.. and approaching with open arms.
Come at me.