I hate clichés but it’s moments like these that I understand why certain phrases came to become clichés. They describe emotions and situations that are very often experienced by people. Therefore, the need to use them sometimes is greater than the aesthetic displeasure their use might cause. So, forgive any clichés and remember that we all use them at some point.
First of all, I will always remember my time in Manchester. I made friendships that will last a lifetime. I got an excellent education. I found my dream job before my third month there was over. I discovered every corner of one of the most charming cities I’ve seen, with its brick and iron facade hiding all these bars, restaurants, museums and galleries I spent so much time at. I came close to the most genuinely kind and polite people I’ve got to know. I witnessed courage, perseverance and dignity in the face of evil. For all these reasons and some more that I lack the capacity to describe, I will always remember my time in Manchester.
My next station is London, or more precisely, Surrey. I will be working for P&G as a business analyst which is exactly what I was studying for in my Masters. First impressions here are excellent. Everybody is friendly and open. The job seems to be much more interesting than anyone would imagine when listening to the word analyst. After spending my last year studying the theory I feel I am ready to put what I learned to practice and what better place to do that than at P&G. Getting your dream job as soon as you walk out of the University. Talk about luck.
Having moved on to the next chapter in my life I can appreciate that all things, good or bad, come to an end and that is the way it should be. But no matter how happy I am with my current job, my current house and my current town there are always fleeting moments that reflections of my life in the last year make me nostalgic. What I notice though, is that these moments are getting more and more rare. And there will be a point when I will only remember my time in Manchester once in a blue moon. The memories will always be there, albeit they will slowly have the patina of time added to them. So, I can now confidently say, no matter how many years pass and where life leads me that, paraphrasing Humphrey Bogart, I will always have Manchester.