Signing my life away

I sat in a tiny office on the top floor of the bank on the corner of Corn Street in Oxford last Friday and stared down at the piece of paper that I was about to sign. For the first time it hit me how much money I was borrowing, and for what? It's not like a mortgage when you have a home at the end of the day, at the end of this year, I'll have a piece of paper. Granted, it will be from a world renowned University and will open doors which otherwise would have been

locked, but it's still just a piece of paper... Yikes!

On Saturday night, I met up with some of the current class who will be finishing their course next week. Withough fail, each of them that I spoke with said that they wished that they were in my shoes, starting the course rather than finishing it. Looking on, it does seem that they have really gelled as a group and will be genuinely sad to be moving on. I hope that we get that way in my year.

Everything else seems to be ticking along, a few hiccups, but I guess that's to be expected. Next Friday will be my last day at work and we hope to move in on the 24th September so watch this space.