I had a good weekend last weekend. Chilled out. Met some nice people off my course in a proper social environment. Went swimming a few times. All in all, a fantastic end to the University term.

I'm currently back in Hitchin. Monday to Friday of this week.

Monday
On Monday evening, I went to the 3 Moorhens with Karen. It was lovely to talk and unbelievably refreshing to have someone new to be with for an evening.

I really mean no offense, but twelve weeks with Uni friends, living in the same house as most of them, going out all the time and living life to this false "max".... It all gets a bit over the top really. You find that you never have anything to talk about, that each others habbits, mannerisms and the small things really start to piss you off.

So as I say, it was nice to be back in Hitchin, too see the place and to have some time with proper beer chatting to an old friend.

Tuesday
I had had time to get used to the fact I'm back in Hitchin by this point. And on some level it was depressing. I lived in Hitchin for the first 18 years of my life, so the majority of my memories and experiences come from there. It felt really weird. I guess it was like I was at home, in some sense, even though I was two hours away from either of my permanent abodes (Southwold, Southampton).

I'm afriad I don't have the English vocab to describe exactly what it was like. I guess it was something along the lines of overwhelming happiness as memories flooded back. So many things that made me smile and giggle to myself. It was one of those moments of reflection of past years.

Essentially, I was proud. Proud of what I had acomplished in Hitchin, proud of who I had been friends with, I was totally pleased about what I had done with my years there. I know it sounds like I'm being really old, but I do owe so much to every friend/mate/aquantence I've had in Hitchin over the years, especially my relatives and two of my best friends, Mum and Dad.

I sat at Hitchin station for about half an hour in the depths of last night, waiting to get back to my hotel in Stevenage. And I felt as if I could finally say "goodbye" to Hitchin, that I could accept I didn't live there anymore.

If I were to be able to go back to the start of my days in Hitchin, I wouldn't do anything differently and I wouldn't ask anyone to have had any more or any less of an effect on my life.

So this week so far has generally gone really well for me. I'm really happy and glad that I've had a bit of escapism from the stressed end of term at Uni. I'm beginning to feel more refreshed and getting motivation back for my course and for heading somewhere in life.

I just hope this good spell stays here for a while longer. I like it.

Wednesday
Tonight, when I finish work in about an hour, I'm going to get changed really quickly and head back to the station. I've been invited to Naomis for the evening for tea. And I'm really looking forward to it. I've missed being around her at Uni, well actually I've missed everyone) but Naomi probably more because I was so close to her. It'll be nice to see her family again, too.

Thursday
I can't wait for Thursday. I'm really looking forward to it. Going to the pub with some of my old old friends from way back at GCSE and the start of A-Level. It's unfortunate that Stuart and Saz can't make it, but hopefully the others can. So many memories flood back from those days, too.

Friday
Then finally on Friday, I'm going out with Mum and her friend for a meal. She's down in Hitchin randomly for this weekend, so said we could meet up Friday evening since we're both here at the same time. Also, if I can find some accomodation for Friday night, I might go to Liz Roseblades birthday party in the George. Which would be amazingly great.

Anyway... After feelings somewhat down with the world and stressed, it feels like so much weight has lifted off my shoulders over the past few days.

*smiles* (I should really stop writing such long blog entries.)