This weekend I went up back to Hull, where I went to university, for my friends' wedding.
It was great. Almost too great.
I'd been looking forward to seeing all the people I'd left behind when I moved home after graduation, but I'd forgotten about all the other people that, like me, would be coming back into town for the wedding. That was the difference between good and great, in my book. It was fascinating to catch up on everyone's news from the last couple of years and make a couple of new friends while I was there, too.
The sad thing is, I moved back home after graduation for a job that didn't materialise and I regretted it straight away-- okay, I wouldn't have had a job in Hull either, and I would've had to pay rent, but at least I would have had my friends around me. Over time, I made new friends back in London, got a job and forgot about it, but really it's not the same. I don't connect with my new friends like I did with my old ones-- most of them just don't get where I'm coming from the same way.
This weekend got me wishing I'd never left, and even figuring out plans to move back once I've paid off my car loan and got together the money to buy my own place. It's all a bit of an over-reaction: it's always exciting to turn up somewhere familiar after being away for a while, but I know it'd be different if I moved back more permanently... Still, it's something to consider...
As a little aside, the latest song I'm obsessing about:
It was great. Almost too great.
I'd been looking forward to seeing all the people I'd left behind when I moved home after graduation, but I'd forgotten about all the other people that, like me, would be coming back into town for the wedding. That was the difference between good and great, in my book. It was fascinating to catch up on everyone's news from the last couple of years and make a couple of new friends while I was there, too.
The sad thing is, I moved back home after graduation for a job that didn't materialise and I regretted it straight away-- okay, I wouldn't have had a job in Hull either, and I would've had to pay rent, but at least I would have had my friends around me. Over time, I made new friends back in London, got a job and forgot about it, but really it's not the same. I don't connect with my new friends like I did with my old ones-- most of them just don't get where I'm coming from the same way.
This weekend got me wishing I'd never left, and even figuring out plans to move back once I've paid off my car loan and got together the money to buy my own place. It's all a bit of an over-reaction: it's always exciting to turn up somewhere familiar after being away for a while, but I know it'd be different if I moved back more permanently... Still, it's something to consider...
As a little aside, the latest song I'm obsessing about:
My mother was born in Vietnam and our whole entire family is Buddhist and/or Confucianist. She converted to Christianity when she immigrated to the US. I once asked her if she thought all of our ancestors were in hell right now and she answered yes. It didn't make me feel any less appalled that she said "Sadly, your grandparents are in hell" as opposed to "Yeah, your grandparents are in hell!"
Two month ago I visited Gainesville, Florida where I went to University and got all sentimental as well. My old friends were just as cool as I remembered them hehe.