One year ago, I landed at Gatwick and began the last year of my higher education.
It’s cliché to say, but how fast this year has passed. Like all of my previous years, this one zoomed by in the blink of an eye. Some days though, it felt like I would never get through to tomorrow. Some heartaches, some mental challenges, some physical endurances made 24 hours feel like an eternity. However, those only served to strengthen the contrast of better days: days when the sun was shining (which, as we’ve all experienced, was a rare occasion in Londontown), evenings when we would dance and eat to our hearts’ content, and nights when we would raise our plastic cups in celebration of us. When it was good, it was truly great.
Now that I am the thralls of full adulthood, job hunting makes all those late-night paper writing, thesis-slaying seem like an easy game of charades. However, during those early morning hours before a deadline, during the final phases of thesis-writing, during those desperate flat-finding days, the world of the full autonomous adult seemed like a million miles away.
With the fresh quirkiness of new friends, the unending support of old acquaintances, the unconditional love of family, and lots of food delicious and otherwise, I managed to get through these 365 days with discipline (relative really), 5 pounds less, laughter, and an enlarged network of fabulous weirdoes.
It was a privilege and a real blessing, to able to round up my academic career in such a wondrous city with such an amazing crowd. I am so proud of every single one of my friends. We have already accomplished so much. Our futures are only going to get brighter.
I know many of you are in the same boat as me. The days are torturously long and the rejections endless and stinging. But as dreadful as job hunting is, I firmly believe that some time in the near future, we will all be standing triumphantly. We will once again raise our glasses (made of real fancy glass rather than cheap plastic) in celebration of the life and the privileges we have all been born into and given and worked for.
So here is to this one beautiful, kaleidoscopic year.
Here is to all of us. The best has yet to come.
P.S.: I miss you weirdoes.