An adventure in embracing reality and leaving (being brutally kicked out of) the university nest.
Summer 2016. Glasgow has actually delivered more than three days of good, solid vitamin D exposure this year; I can now replace worrying about getting rickets this winter semester with anxiety about transitioning into my fourth and final year of university. Looming in the future mists of 2017 is this dark, forbidding entity that people refer to as ‘the real world’. It lurks beyond the walls of the cushy Glasgow University bubble, omnipresent and shapeless. Recently, it has also started haunting my dreams on a semi-regular basis.
