Ding Ding

I am sitting in the library computer room of Reading University looking across at the printers that now over a year ago caused me so much frustration and cost me alot of student pounds as I printed out my dissertation.

It has been an odd few days returning to a place that I hold fond memories of but had begun to be the stuff of the nostalgic flash back. Yet here I am and nothing here has changed significantly there are new faces and the building work continues to throw up many new and varied constructions. Yet I feel differently about the place where I had so much fun and spent so much time. What I have come to realise is that a home and a sense of belonging is something that you carry within yourself and is created by the loved ones who surround you rather than a place.

I am rather sad however that the library seating area that used to simply consist of a few stained chairs and two vending machines is now another aspiring starbucks. A place where the words 'fairtrade' and 'organic' trickle from everyone's lips without any notion of their true meanings or origins, there is instead a shared sense that by paying that little bit extra they can eleviate their guilt and 'off set' their unethical lifestyle choices. Wow that was a lovely hypocritical rambling which has made me fancy a mocha!

See you all soon keep in touch

much love

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