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Best days of my life…

I went to University seventeen years ago.  To anyone who has just emerged slightly broken from Freshers week that must sound like a lifetime ahead.

To those who share my forehead creases, well, they know it was only moments ago.

It feels like a few months ago that I played British Bulldog at midnight in minimal clothing whilst toying with the idea of skinny dipping in the cold Brighton sea.  It feels like yesterday when my sole aim in life was to improve my Mario Kart score and to massacre my house mate on Hogs of War.

University days, were literally some of the best days of my life.  I made some tremendous friends, lifelong friends and tasted new, and occasionally stupid experiences, every day.

As age has changed me and altered my perspectives I look back with a bemused gaze to when we looked for a new home to live in during the second year, and the main criteria that we had to have two homes within spitting distance to fit all our friends in.  For this reason I lived in a house for a year that grew mould like gardens grew grass, and where the bathroom tiles would fall in on your naked body when you sat in the bath.  I miss having my friends living just down the road although my standard of living has improved.

Summer days were spent on the beach, beer in hand surrounded by laughter, soaking up every second of youth without ever appreciating what we had.  Sundays were spent watching Toy Story for the millionth time, smoking cheap cigarettes that were found filthily stubbed out on abandoned food plates.  We lived in squalor but were far too busy out having fun to care.  We went paintballing for fun, did endurance courses under protest. Played practical jokes whenever we could and spent so many days laughing till we cried.

And we fought, life was not always perfect, my house mate refused to speak to me for days when I cleared the house of football paraphernalia during the World cup.  I learnt my lesson and now know that living with three boys equipped me well for marriage to the football mad he who helped create them.

We saw each other fall in and out of love, we held each others hands when life felt rocky, we threw surprise birthday parties and drank moody pints.

It was a time I will never forget, but owing to the alcoholic consumption that accompanied many of our nights there are occasions I simply cannot remember.

But it was fun, so much fun and friendships were made that I cherish dearly to this day.

We aged and scattered to different parts of Britain,  we got proper jobs, some of us had kids; we unite for weddings, and occasional weekends spent hanging from trees.  Sometimes it can be years in between meetups, and if fate is on our side a matter of weeks.

Time is irrelevant with these types of friendships.  Within moments of the ‘hello hug’ the years fade away and I see the kids we once were and note the bond has only got tighter.

University days were the best because of the people I spent it with.

This one is for them.

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  1. Some of the best days of my life too. I went to uni in Bournemouth and there was a lot of drunken midnight swims. I now live in Brighton – can’t not live by the sea! x

  2. I agree uni days were definitely some of the best days of my life, I loved every minute of my time at Goldsmiths, such a learning curve too! Thanks for reminding me !
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  3. You are absolutely right. 4 of us got together just last weekend with huns and kids in tow and it was as if the years in between had never been…
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  4. We are still in touch from University friends, they stay with you for life even if you only see each other every few years, that is quite often at my age! Loved your post, brought back many happy memories.
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  5. I didn’t have that same experience – I lived with a much older, abusive boyfriend, rarely made it to classes (he didn’t like me to go) and have only one friend from those days. Oh how much I wish I’d done it right.
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  6. This post brought back such wonderful memories. My University years were 20 years ago *gasp*, I simply can’t believe it. 4 of us girls shared a house and we all met up last year for the first time in about 15 years….it felt like our flat-sharing days were just yesterday *sigh*. Lovely post.

  7. Goosebumps reading this! I did not go to universit, so missed out on all this, but did experience a different period of time with a group of friends that has held us tightly together for 15 years even though we are now scattered all over the world. Have to cherish these friendships when you find them x

  8. So very true!

  9. Gorgeous post…. I loved my three years of Uni, and got up to absolutely no good (I went to Lancaster). I made some wonderful friends too…. and the third year was just a blur of drugs and beer – it was great! Ps. loving the new look blog. X
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  10. Soooooooooooooo true – they really were some of the best days. I met my hubby there too – he got on our course by mistake and decided to stay because he was too lazy to change it. I always drive past my uni now and look at it longingly. Not that I could go back but it does have amazing memories
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