BE 211 to Edinburgh
It was awfully strange going back to St. Andrews after so many years away from the place. I was trying to recall the last time I was back and I think it has to be at least eight years ago. A long time away from a place, especially somewhere like St. Andrews where change runs at such a slow pace that you expect things to be the same as when you left, and when it isn't, it comes as a shock.
I don't know whether returning to St. Andrews has left me feeling young, almost as if I was an undergraduate again, or old and tired, and some what out of sorts about how long ago it all was...
I've spent the day curiously unsettled, it's odd how the mind plays tricks on us at times, I found myself walking along South Street this evening almost expecting to bump into some of the old gang. It really is true, youth is wasted on the young.