Pieces of Peacefulness
A Reflection from my First Year of Uni
Izzy, you’ve changed. In the best way possible. But I can’t put my finger on it.
After my first semester of uni, I was back home and in my closest friend’s bedroom. Twaddling about our lives now 1200 km apart (instead of 2).
Perhaps it’s just maturity? Living away from home for the first time, you know?
3 months later, in a conversation over South-African spiced chicken, someone else asked me how uni’s shaped me.