“It is impossible to step into the same river twice.”
(there are various translations of this saying)
When this post is published, I will be in Cambridge, gearing up for my 5th Cambridge Freshers Fair. For the first one, I was a punter (or whatever the appropriate noun is), wandering along, signing up to things that sounded interesting. For the rest of them, though, I have been working the fair – representing various societies – being friendly and approachable and persuasive.
It’s strange, because every time it’s the same, and every time it’s different. And this may be my last one – the course of study I’m on ends in August, and so maybe I won’t be around next year.
So much is the same. The bustle, the societies, the noise, the location, the procedures … but so much has changed. People, most of all. Almost everyone I knew in my first year has gone, and many of the people I knew in my second and third years, too. Everything’s changing, growing, evolving. Which is mostly exciting, but sometimes tiring. Perhaps University really is a microcosm of life.
So. Feeling a little nostalgic, a little confused, and missing people. But life is good, and it goes on.