After five long years my time at St. Andrews University is coming to an end and I almost can’t believe it. Whilst I am undoubtedly 99% excited and impatient to get to London and start the next chapter of my life, there is still the 1% of me that will always have a love for St. Andrews.
I had known I wanted to go to St. Andrews University long before it came to applying, in fact I think I was 9 years old when I first wrote it on my to-do list and ever since then I’ve been pretty damn determined to make it happen.
Whilst there’s a lot to be said for what St. Andrews is missing, (clothes shops, a Maccie Ds, a nightclub?) the little town with three streets has a lot to offer.
From the historic buildings of the University to the crazy traditions, I wonder if next year when I wake up on May 1st I’ll be a tiny bit sad I’m not running into the North Sea at sunrise. Or if when I see the pictures of the Raisin foam fight I’ll remember the burn of getting shaving foam in both my eyes and mouth.
What St. Andrews may lack in terms of a nightclub it certainly makes up for in the balls and events on offer, mostly led by fellow students. Getting dressed in black tie and bussing across town to a big empty barn that has been decorated for the occasion certainly will always be a sentimental memory even if I have very little memories of the events themselves.
Of course, some of my St. Andrews loves I will find again in London. I’ll join a new netball team, find a new favourite takeaway (although nothing will ever beat Maisha’s £6.95 student offer) and make a whole host of new friends (I hope…). However the East Fife coast will always have a place in my heart for so many reasons. Of course it’s also where I met Ed which makes it extra special. They do say you either leave St. Andrews an alcoholic or married…
Do you still have a soft spot for the place you went to University? Let me know in the comments!