Nostalgia

Oh dear. I seem to have spent most of the last half hour or so reading old emails from my university days. This happens every so often, and I get nostalgic for a while until I remember that university had its downsides too. It's very easy to look back on the past and remember it as some kind of golden age that was so much better than the here and now, but even if the past was better it's seldom helpful to dwell on it. Anyway, life is pretty good at the moment; I have much more disposable income than when I was a student, I don't have to live in crummy student accommodation, I have a car, my career is going quite well, and I'm in a wonderful relationship. University wasn't always great - most of it was a hard slog feeling inferior to my hyper-intelligent friends or feeling guilty for taking time out from working. I'm finally getting to the stage where I can look back on the happy times of lazing around in punts, playing games until the small hours, drinking coffee and putting the world to rights, dancing, getting drunk, exploring new ideas, laughing so much my drink came out of my nose... and realise that yes, they were good times, but there are still many more good times to come, as long as I have friends to share my life with. Especially the sort of friends that can make me laugh so much that my drink comes out of my nose.