New Year’s Eve 2015
Age: 19
My rickety old car slowly chugged to a halt outside the function room. God, I needed a new car. But student life made it so I could barely afford food, let alone a new car. I found a suitable spot and parked my car, ignoring the unnatural sounds it made. Heaving a deep breath, I climbed out of my car, locked it, and walked up the stairs to the function room above the pub downstairs.
I hadn’t been back to the pub — or even the town itself — for just under a year. Once I left in February for Scotland, I never looked back. I had to get away from the city and from the lingering memories that haunted me every day. I even avoided going home during reading weeks and holidays, making excuses to my parents about having specific work or an important test to do, knowing
