Chapter 7 — One more day.
For two years in college I was told, on more occasions than I can count, that university is the best three years of your life. Whenever I wavered on my plans to leave Barrow and head to a city, tutors would right my path with one sentence: “University is the best time of your life.”
They were right. For the past 975 days (I counted), I’ve had the most incredible damn time.
I rate myself as pretty above average in regards to finding the words to describe my emotions. But when it comes to these last three years at university, I don’t actually have the vocabulary to explain to you all just how amazing it’s been.
And all of it comes to an end tomorrow. Every midnight library session, every stressed-out pillow-punch, every smile, frown, hug, tear and every laugh, all of it comes to an end in less than 24 hours.
So I’m sat in bed right now, three pillows propped up behind me, hurriedly typing out my emotional Sunday reflections for you all to read before I get back to finishing off my final piece of university work ever.
I’m quite sad about that. I’ll cope, but I’m sad.
Manchester has been pure perfection. I love this city and its people more than I should love an area of land and a population, the majority of whom I’ve never met. I could ramble on for hours about this city — my city — but I’ll save that for a future Chapter.
And don’t even get me started on the friends I’ve made. The housemates I’ve lived with for three straight years (thanks guys). The girlfriend I’m sat next to right now (more on Jen in future Chapters). The coursemates who I wish I could’ve gotten to know more. And the people who have popped up randomly along the way. I couldn’t be more loving towards all of those people if I tried.
Sometimes I sit and wonder how my life would’ve turned out if I didn’t come to Manchester in September 2013. It’s a scary thought. There isn’t a bone in my body that believes I should be anywhere else than right here on this bed, typing out this post with Jen sitting next to me.
I’ve met people who I genuinely could not imagine living without anymore. I’ve smiled and laughed a seriously stupid amount times. And I’ve done so much cool-as-shit-stuff that it could probably fill a book.
If only I’d started these daily Chapters 975 days ago. That’d be a story worth reading.
Well, this was a late one wasn’t it? Sundays are always pretty busy so hopefully they don’t ruin my daily Chapter run in the future. George, thank you for texting me tonight. I was already writing, but I appreciate the check-in.
