In early October 1989 I got on a train in London and stepped off later that day in Glasgow. As my foot touched the platform I got a feeling a bit like a mild electric shock running through me. In my mind rang the words “I’m home”. I’d only ever spent a few hours here once before and not felt that sense of connection then but this time was different. I was arriving in Glasgow for Fresher’s week at the University of Glasgow.
Twenty years later I work at the University of Glasgow as an administrator and I have done so since 1997. I still have lunch in the Glasgow University Union and I still walk in Kelvingrove park. I no longer live in the west end of Glasgow but I did for many years and the area is full of memories for me.
I pass places that look quite different to when I first came here and others that have barely changed. There are places where I have lunched with close freinds, places I’ve laughed, loved and cried in. Places I went to study and places I went to relax.
Threads of my life are now woven into the tapestry of life that is part of the Spirit of Glasgow. I have emotional ties to so many places here now. I never dreamt all those years ago that I would still be in this city. I never dreamt it would come to mean so much to me. I never realised how strong that sense of homecoming would become because I’d never spent even half this time in any other place before.
Born in Brighton, England; childhood in a range of places; home – Glasgow, Scotland.