|mmmmhhh strawberry tarts|
Never once did I regret my decision to go to Dundee unlike the countless times I did and still do regret Glasgow. Needless to say, the culmination of the best decision of one's life in the graduation from that program, coupled with amazing sunshine and a free strawberry tart here and there makes one very happy. Glasgow failed to do all of that, including, of course, the sunshine. But obviously none of the people in Glasgow come close to comparing the insane friendships I had in Dundee, and that's not even insulting. Because although it's been two years I still count a bunch of them as the best friends I'll ever have, and I never thought I would ever get that lucky. Dundee was a gift of heaven to me, and a curse as well because I have failed to recreate the happiness of June 17, 2012 until now.
I think it might be very well impossible to get as happy again. When will I ever get to spend all of my time only with things I love? I loved Politics, I loved History, I loved the people surrounding me and I loved good company. In Dundee I got all of that. Everything I hated, like super annoying Volleyball chicks talking bull or guys trying to cheat on their girlfriends (No thanks!), were ridiculously easy to cut out. For the rest of our lives we are going to have to get used to the fact that we now have to do a whole bunch of things we might not want to. In the past few weeks I have done almost nothing I genuinely loved (which is increasingly the case being unemployed and all, but whatever!). The fun times with drinking, little thinking about tomorrow or the end of the week and relationships that are going nowhere (because they are going nowhere while you're at uni, it's a fact!) are over. But such is life, and while that's not good it's just the way it is. The earlier we accept, the easier it gets.