I ESCAPED back to my childhood home last weekend, and boy, my workload hasn’t let me forget it. A quick trip for a meal only Mum can make means a backlog of lecture notes and essays.
Going home reminds me of how much I have changed during my time as a student. I have changed my ideas, beliefs and ambitions several times over.
In high school I thought I has it all sorted but really I had no idea. I blame this on the fact that Speyside never changes.
I remember being incredibly proud of coming from a small area in the north east of Scotland on my first day as a university student, a fresh face to Glasgow. Explaining over and over again where Speyside was – that it has roaming hills and farms and distilleries!
Everyone that I met in those first few weeks was the same and wore their childhood home like an identity badge. The girl from Berwick, the boy from Alicante. We teased those from the islands about their lack of experience with escalators, trains and self scanners in shops.
Now, three years and a half years on, we are still the individuals we were when we first began, we all still have different accents (some more different than others!) different insights and experiences.
But we are now also all from Glasgow Caledonian University, we are all Glasgow proud and will defend the city against any student anywhere else, friend or no friend.
Glasgow swept us all up. I said I had changed as a student, but Glasgow has changed even more in my short time here.
I have seen buildings and communities ripped down, and new ones built up from the ground. I can walk down the street easily and say “remember when that was…?”
I have lived here through times of grief and sadness but also times of great joy. Without realising I became part of something.
There is something about this city and the people you meet here that make you want to stay.
Slightly biased, but I reckon that if it wasn’t for the bloody students that descend here every year then the mosaic of culture that makes Glasgow so great wouldn’t be what it is.
When I leave Glasgow, I miss it and give a sigh of relief when I see those high rises in the distance on my return.
I still love my childhood home, Speyside with the fields, sheep and whisky, don’t get me wrong.
But I came here a student, and instantly became a local – the city has become my home and will continue to be so long after university, no matter where I end up.
Originally published here on the Evening Times as part of a series of blogs called “Bloody Students”