so this weekend is moving weekend at YSJ University. Watching all the freshers wonder around campus has made me a little nostalgic.
It has made me think about the day that I moved into halls which was almost exactly 4 years ago.
I thought about how exciting it all was and how stressful but the thing I couldn't quite place was me in all of it. I remember the day and everything I just can't remember what type of me I was that day. I can't remember what clothes I liked to wear of what I thought of myself or even of other people. It makes me wonder if I have changed at all in these past 4 years or if I've changed so much I can't even recognise myself. I just wish I could go back and experience it again.
This I think runs along with the fact that I'm finishing my MA soon and will be leaving YSJ. I'm currently putting up my final uni exhibition which is being held in the building that I was in in my first and third year. Its also the last exhibition that will be held there as the uni has moved fine art to another location and the building will be changed into something completely different. It feels kind of fitting that as I complete my last exhibition the art block will be holding its last one too. It feels right in some way.