I think i'd hit a mid-life crisis when I graduated from class of 2012, CEES, University of Glasgow.
I don't even know why I went,
In the End. I guess something was drawing me there...
I can remember spending hrs just walking Kelvin Grove Park around the Parade; it was like 1870 for me, First Year Art History...the Renaissance, The Romantics, I was just a baby, then. I knew nothing about Politics.
I remember the ducks floating on the River and the creak of the trees.
I threw that silver pendant of 'Our Lady' in the river, and made a pledge that I would find her...my Mother.
They were the quieter years wandering the West End. I always loved it there it was where I escaped to, where I ran to. I had a great time during the early years. I had London friends, German friends that i'd hang out with at their plush flat overlooking the Botanic Gardens then go down to it and lie lazily in the sun then bus it home to the Shire, late afternoon.
sometimes I'd haunt the Galleries just wander through it and find myself in front of a Monet...later. I loved Art, I still do. Or perhaps I would go into the Huntarian early before class and just wander around, in the shop, pick up a pencil and head down.
I lost a hat in the Huntarian Lecture theatre - slate grey, Italian I bought it at the tie-rack, St Enoch's I ended up throwing out the 'matching' scarf. I won a small scholarshop from Queen Margaret Trust then, that christmas. I thought I was going to be an art dealer, move up to the West End rent a flat and live happily ever after.
It all changed in my second year. Something came through. I hadn't thought much about my parents. I was too busy with reading for my degree, but then, the University was a whole lot different then. You could still get a coffee and a conversation at the John McIntyre. The SU bookshop...
I never liked the Hetherington much. There is something about it. It is still locked in colonial 'thought'. But then, I never really thought much about it until I read Toni Morrison. My whole world came crashing down.
Global markets crashed in the summer of 2008. I had decided to take a year out - to think. I had a job to do and I knew at that point, I needed to fight fire with fire.
I spent a year with the OU studying The Classics, Greek and Roman literature, Theatre and material culture.
I returned to Glasgow the following year and dropped slavonics for Archaeology - where I met more friends.
In the end it was all too much and I transferred into the School of Social and Political Science to pursue an MA SocSci.
The rest is History.
I left my old life behind in Feb 2012.
Now, I am worn out. I feel about 50 but I look about 27.
It was then in my life around the Spring of 2013 after making the decision to return to Health Science as a social worker, that I felt the draw back to the Black Sea.
I don't even know why I went,
In the End. I guess something was drawing me there...
I can remember spending hrs just walking Kelvin Grove Park around the Parade; it was like 1870 for me, First Year Art History...the Renaissance, The Romantics, I was just a baby, then. I knew nothing about Politics.
I remember the ducks floating on the River and the creak of the trees.
I threw that silver pendant of 'Our Lady' in the river, and made a pledge that I would find her...my Mother.
They were the quieter years wandering the West End. I always loved it there it was where I escaped to, where I ran to. I had a great time during the early years. I had London friends, German friends that i'd hang out with at their plush flat overlooking the Botanic Gardens then go down to it and lie lazily in the sun then bus it home to the Shire, late afternoon.
sometimes I'd haunt the Galleries just wander through it and find myself in front of a Monet...later. I loved Art, I still do. Or perhaps I would go into the Huntarian early before class and just wander around, in the shop, pick up a pencil and head down.
I lost a hat in the Huntarian Lecture theatre - slate grey, Italian I bought it at the tie-rack, St Enoch's I ended up throwing out the 'matching' scarf. I won a small scholarshop from Queen Margaret Trust then, that christmas. I thought I was going to be an art dealer, move up to the West End rent a flat and live happily ever after.
It all changed in my second year. Something came through. I hadn't thought much about my parents. I was too busy with reading for my degree, but then, the University was a whole lot different then. You could still get a coffee and a conversation at the John McIntyre. The SU bookshop...
I never liked the Hetherington much. There is something about it. It is still locked in colonial 'thought'. But then, I never really thought much about it until I read Toni Morrison. My whole world came crashing down.
Global markets crashed in the summer of 2008. I had decided to take a year out - to think. I had a job to do and I knew at that point, I needed to fight fire with fire.
I spent a year with the OU studying The Classics, Greek and Roman literature, Theatre and material culture.
I returned to Glasgow the following year and dropped slavonics for Archaeology - where I met more friends.
In the end it was all too much and I transferred into the School of Social and Political Science to pursue an MA SocSci.
The rest is History.
I left my old life behind in Feb 2012.
Now, I am worn out. I feel about 50 but I look about 27.
It was then in my life around the Spring of 2013 after making the decision to return to Health Science as a social worker, that I felt the draw back to the Black Sea.
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