So I'm going back to Plymouth this weekend, and really can't wait, but not for the reason's I used to.
It used to be that I was going back in the hope of capturing the magic that used to be, but now it's just to see those people I give a huge shit about and just to spend some time in a place that feels like home.
Now I know they may sound the same, but to me, they aren't. I think that when I used to go back, it was because all I wanted was 'that summer' or, more precisely, 'that year', where everything fitted, there were no pressures at all to get on with life, and all that really mattered was where the next pint was going to be drunk or where the next football game was going to take place. And I still see that time as one of the best times of my life.
However, people inevitably have to grow up, and kinda try and work out something to do with their lives, and that's what I like about Plymouth now. It's an escape, but it's all become a place where I can be proud of those people who I grew up with, and who have genuine aspirations of where they want to go next, even if they havn't got their yet. It's great to just know that those who I cared about didn't just sit back and do fook all, living off the doll and what not. Instead, they either went into work, went to uni, got a degree or found an area they want to go into. It doesn't matter if people havn't ended up where they want to, no one has come out as a failure, and that makes me smile because it makes me proud of where I came from and who I grew up with.
And that's what I want to go home, to just see those people who I love, and who are a more genuine, laid back, and yet insanely fantastic group of people than I could have ever wished to meet.
This week, it's a bit of Bowling for Soup - "It is perfectly fine to be a happy individual"
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slightly failed, stupid dissertation, but I'm now trying to make up my mind whether to apply for a PGCE anyways and keep my fingers crossed. Only problem is after working in a secondary school I'm not entirely sure I want to teach in one ...
But yeah I totally love you too ^_^.
thats great dude, I can't wait to see ya and am looking forward to this weekend immensely.
In a way I'm sorry I wasn't there for that magical year. I had the summer though, and I guess that will do.
But I haven't found my place in life. And I have to say most people we grew up with would have to say the same, for the time being at least.
ps my word verification is laughco
by that magical year I also referred to that last year of A2 levels and the summer that followed it.
although it was a bit stressful and there were those big goodbyes, it was still brilliant, and at the end of the day, its u guys that are closer to me now!
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