There is a fine line which is the Cardiff Road. It seperates my house from the college, yet in reality, there must be a five mile gulf between the two.
The reality of life a home is a far cry from the apparent unreality of college. Although we have only just begun, in fact only had one day where we all got together for a chat and to welcome the new students, catch up etc. There is something so different about crossing that line that it is almost impossible to articulate.
I must have a switch inside which clicks over on crossing the road!
I feel already this year being different, being somewhat less of a struggle, is that because we are second years? Or because I used we, not I?
I must admit it doesn’t feel like a ‘we’ there were no kindred spirits untill recently and the gulf is growing…