“When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.” – Alexander Graham Bell Anybody who knows me well, or who follows this blog, will know of my love for York. It is a place I began to call home four years ago when I started university, and somewhere that I never expected to get so deeply under my skin. I love the history which surrounds the city, the restaurants within it and the fact that there is always something going on. I love its size (not too big or too small), and I love its location in comparison to the rest of the UK, with most places being fairly easily accessible by train. A year ago I thought I was saying goodbye to York, but was lucky enough to…
I can see how this title might be misinterpreted, but don’t worry – I’ve only just started the blog, I’m not about to give it up now! Term is over, degrees are done, and in a very short space of time I have had a lot of goodbyes to make to people and places which have had a huge influence on my life over the past three years. The hardest goodbye, to my house, housemates, and the beautiful city of York is looming ever closer and however reluctant I am, it is something I will have to do.