I'm back in Uppsala for the week. On Sunday I will move out of my room here, and before that I'm just going to hang out with friends and enjoy the last days as a citizen in this town.
The autumn term has just started, and I can feel the anticipation in the air. New term, new students, new beginnings.
As I walk through town, I watch every person I see. I try to judge whether it's a newcomer in town, or if it's a veteran. Is there any nervousness and excitement in the eyes, or are they striding along with confidence? When I sit outside the university library I overhear people's conversations, how they are asking each other those kinds of questions you always ask someone you've just met; 'What's your name?', 'Where are you from?', and if they're cute, 'Are you single?' (ok maybe not). Groups walk past with guides telling them that here is the Karin Boye-library.
And I think back on when I was new in town, three years ago. And I'm overwhelmed with nostalgia all the time really. I want to go up to all the new students and tell them that they will have their best and their worst days here. I want to tell them that they will meet loads of new friends, some who will stay and some who won't. I want to tell them that they will fall in love and get their heart broken, but it's fine, they'll get over it. Their biggest love will probably be the city itself anyway. Or maybe it's just me?
I thought it would feel stranger to not be one of the students here anymore. But it actually doesn't. I just feel excited about the new beginning I'll have this autumn. I really do feel that Uppsala has given me everything there is to be given. I've had the most amazing three years of my life here, and I have grown so much. But there is just too much history here now. It's injected in the walls and the cobbled streets, in the bridges and the bicycle stands. No, this is the way it's supposed to be for me at this time in my life, the one and only way.