At the weekend, I travelled up to Liverpool for a little reunion with the girls I used to live with at uni.
I can’t quite believe that this time 15 years I was starting uni! I went to Edge Hill University, which is close to Liverpool. During my first year I lived in halls of residence and had the best time ever!
The girls (and boys who lived upstairs) were fab and we had so much fun. We spent many a nights drinking far too much, and many a day sleeping in and missing lectures! Probably similar to most students.
I haven’t seen the girls I lived with for about 14 years. We moved into a house during our second year and I got very homesick. Uni work became more intense, I wasn’t enjoying my course anymore, I missed Simon (we’d got together the summer I completed my first year) and I just generally missed being at home. I also felt like living in a house was very claustrophobic compared to living in halls.
One evening my mum called me and I ended up bursting into tears and driving home that night. I never went back (apart from to pick up my stuff). I handled it really bad. These girls were my best friends and I didn’t even say goodby properly. I didn’t talk it through or try and find a way of making it work. I just quit and ran away. It’s a part of my life that I’m not proud of.
Although I changed degree courses and got a degree from a university close to home, I didn’t really keep in contact with the girls. I was embarrassed by the way I’d handled the situation and they were probably angry and hurt by what I’d done, something I can’t really blame them for.
I’m delighted to say that the story doesn’t end there. Recently Facebook brought us all back together again. We’ve all been ‘friends’ on there for a while, but then one of the boys from our halls posted some old uni pics. These cringe worthy pics resulted in us all sharing comments and memories. One thing led to another and it was suggested that we get together for a mini uni reunion. I must admit I was surprised that I was even invited!
I realised that it was finally time to make peace with my past and finally make things right.
In the lead up to the weekend I was nervous and as I travelled on the train to meet up with them, I really needed wine! However, I didn’t need to worry, it was if we’d never been apart. Everyone seemed the same, we’d obviously all aged well!
We checked into to the apartment we’d rented for the night and spent the afternoon and evening reminiscing, sharing memories and catching up, it was lovely!
We had a yummy afternoon tea and then went out for cocktails and dancing. We briefly discussed what had happened when I left, but we didn’t go on about it for too long. I felt slightly awkward, but I’m glad we talked about it. After a few drinks, me with my former partner in crime had hugs and it was good to finally get some sort of closure on what had happened.
We went to bed very and late and were a little worse for wear the morning after! We all agreed we’d had a great time and that we needed to do it again and not leave it 14 years this time!
I’m pleased the girls are back in my life again. It so bizarre how everyone seems just the same, it’s like we’ve never really been apart! Although the hangovers are much worse now that we’re all older!
Here’s to the nest reunion!