Does there ever come a moment in life where you can accept death and think I can die happy. I have honestly achieved all I’ve wanted to and lived a good life. That feeling must be one of the most satisfying and gratifying feelings in the world and to experience it, you must truly be blessed. More often than not, we forget that we aren’t invincible. We are a perishable item with a due date. We get bogged down in the mundane necessities of life, myself included. Work/uni gets in the way of things as you settle into a monotonous routine, safe and secure but is it worth it? We put off up really makes life enjoyable for the next day, the next time, til the years flow past without our knowledge. How many can actually say I’ve lived life to the fullest, at the end.

First year of architecture, done and dusted. A year composed of skipped lectures spent instead chilling at maccas. Early morning presentations accompanied by the ever constant companionship of coffee. Late nights of model making and autocading, proceeding slowly from frustration to resignation. Bad jokes, course language, quick insults. Car rides filled with taylor swift and one direction, and driven on zero sleep, one times too many. Skype conversations carrying on for days, questionable singing and lyrics included. Lost cars, kfc family meals, bench fights. A mess of words… of memories to describe this first year of university and only two others can completely understand.

Thanks for making this year enjoyable and here’s to another four.