Whilst at lunch one day last week with a friend, I pulled out my battered purple leather wallet to pay. As I dug through the various loyalty cards that actually give my wallet some structure, out fell my university ID card.
She asked why I still carried the card around everywhere with me, 6 years after first starting, and 2 years after actually leaving Aber and therefore having no real use for it since. I gave the usual answer – that it was the only picture I had on an any form of ID card that I actually liked. For the same reason, I would happily shred my NUS card each year as soon as it was out of date, because the photos were normally taken when I wasn’t looking my best (e.g. when I was in the middle of being full of chicken pox spots in second year. Had to live with a picture of a bloated lumpy face all year. Hated it!)
Thinking about it a little more though, I keep it with me to remind me how much I have changed in those six years since the picture was taken.
The picture was taken in the photo booth at Boots in Chester. I probably had been working at the Twirl on a spilt, and had cycled into town as fast as I could to pick up something from Boots. I’m hot, slighty sweaty (nice) and possibly listening to the posing instructions a little too much with a smug little smile. It was around the time I would have gotten my A-Level results, and I had so much ahead of me.
Its strange to think of all that has changed in the time since that picture was taken, but although there were (obviously!) parts I wish had changed (or never happened), I realise I am a much better person than I was when that picture was taken because of those events. I hadn’t even lived away from home at the time. I was crazy about this guy who had once been mine, even just for a few weeks (I know, I know. Thankfully I have grown out of this sort of behaviour, but only recently!) I’m much more confident (I actually can go for meetings that I have set up to do something I actually enjoy. And I can even go on my own! I don’t need a friend to hold my hand (physically at least))
I miss that younger Hayley, and the life she led, but I’m loving where I am at the moment, and I can’t wait for the next steps ahead.
(A similar post was made two years ago in my LJ, but its not exactly the same)