I came, I saw, I portered*
The great Judge Judy once said, “I think that you’re supposed to know when it’s time to say goodbye”. As I prepare for my imminent departure from Cambridge, I like to see it less as a goodbye to the city I have come to love above all others, but more of a ‘hello’ to new adventures.
Coming to the University city changed my life beyond all recognition and, despite not being a scholar or academic of any kind, I was able to realise my dreams and reach a potential I never imagined possible within the strange and wonderful walls of this esoteric world. More than that, I have been lucky enough to have you all alongside me for what has been a most unexpected emprise. And, as far as unexpected emprises go, this is just the beginning, I assure you.
But now it is time to go. There are those I love even more than Cambridge, endeavours even more pertinent than PorterGirl. Without doubt, Cambridge will always be a part of me, but perhaps more importantly, I will always be a part of Cambridge.
*Relying on schoolgirl Latin as opposed to being a Classical scholar, I struggled to find a direct translation for ‘porter’ as either a noun or verb. So, seeing as our English word porter is derived from the Latin portātor, from past participle of portāre (to carry) I decided to go with that, as it’s a nice first conjugation word and easily popped into the singular perfect tense. I am sure far better educated chaps than my good self will have plenty to say about this pitiful translation but, quite frankly, bollocks to them.
Lucy Brazier 
Cambridge will miss you and won’t be the same without you. But we all know you’ll be back too 🙂
Thank you, Simon, that means a lot to me. Of course I will be back 😊
You mean a lot to me, it’s a lasting regret that I’ve not managed to catch up with you in person. 🙂
Hey – we will still do that, I’m sure! I’m not going far and any excuse to return to Cambridge is most welcome! Tea in the Copper Kettle? 😉
Sure, tea in the copper kettle sounds superb. 😉
Veni, vidi, shartavi. Because sometimes one can’t help but shart! I’m sure even the Romans were guilty of it.
Passing of combined wind and faeces aside, Cambridge appears to have suited you. I sense nothing but positivity and happiness in you, which honestly pleases me more than you could know, especially in this world littered with stress-related illnesses (something I’ll be boring everyone with next month). Good luck in your next venture!
I am indeed looking forward to this new stage with great enthusiasm, so thank you. So sorry to hear about your illness, sending you the biggest hugs x
I really look forward to reading all about the adventures you’ll be having. As previously mentioned, there’ll be a lot to come about it all in October. I’m not taking the route of victimising myself. If anything I’m using my unfortunate circumstances to my advantage and am hoping to have found my calling from it, aside from writing of course. x