Last year, I drunkenly rambled and wished you all a wonderful New Year, whilst lamenting the end of – what felt like, at least, – an era.
This time round I feel less sentimental and less maudlin. My whining will be kept to minimum…Promise! London life has been good for me, work has been hard and uni has started to get interesting. I think this term has been a testament to a load of clichés – life is what you make of it/you get out what you put in/hard work pays off… and numerous other sentiments you would find on inspirational posters strategically placed in a counsellors office….
Despite the clichéd mundaneness of the past year of my life, it has been a good one. I have yet to score less than a 67 this year at university, I am still managing to hold down my job (and not be completely terrible at it) and I am weirdly optimistic (by my standards, anyway). I am still smitten with the city; even when it makes me cry a little every time I top up my Oyster card or have to pay rent… Walking over Waterloo Bridge to university and past St. Paul’s to work makes it all worth while (even when it’s pissing it down). I can’t imagine being anywhere else right now.
The last year has been a whirlwind and a rollercoaster and all sorts of other bad metaphors. I have cemented some incredible friendships (hey Nicole!) and become more involved with the things that really matter to me; social justice, politics, making a difference… I have met people who have fundamentally changed my life, all for the better. All in all, it hasn’t been a bad one and being a student in London isn’t all bad.
I really hope 2014 was kind to you and that 2015 will be even better. I leave you with one of my favourite lines from one of my favourite films, (which I’m sure is really only another cliché): “The powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.” (Walt Whitman)