Love Letter to Edinburgh

Edinburgh university what an era, what a time,

And now we have no choice but to leave it all behind.

It was second to none, and a second home,

Four years of fun and a place to call our own.

We’re still in denial that we’ve actually left,

We are mourning its magic and feeling bereft.

Who knew life could be so carefree?

With the most pressing matters being outfits and where the hell pres would be.

Dragon soups were a delicacy, we needed two to start the evening,

And waking up without a hangover became a very foreign feeling.

Moving out of halls and into a flat,

Independence was upon us, how would we tackle that?

Not losing our keys felt like looking after a baby,

And keeping our landlord on side was over on day three,   

Walking to uni resembled a musical,

You’d hear your friend shout your name and join them on the walk until,

You’d call the names of others that you’d just found,

And soon you were a whole band of friends marching up the mound.

And by the time you sat down at the library in George square,

You’d already had the best day and felt so lucky to be there.

The meal deal from Sainsbury’s was like eating at the ritz,

Because even though you were stressed and in the trenches of your diss,

You were now laughing til your tummy hurt - surrounded by your friends,

Savouring the moment that would soon end.

And then you’d walk back from the day, sun setting on the city,

Soaking in the sparkly moment, thinking how can a place be so pretty?

The novelty never wore off and Oscar Wilde was right it seems,

When he said “Those who haven’t been to Edinburgh have visited it in their dreams.”

So let’s raise a glass to Edinburgh - and make a note,

Of those who made the last four years so happy - you guys are the goat.