My last year of university was probably my best because it was the only year I truly delved into the university experience. This was partly down to the fact I became scared of losing the student lifestyle and this ignited a lust to make the absolute most of my final year despite the much increased workload. The main reason for my enjoyment of my final year of university was down to the people I met and spent time with, the go-getters back from Madrid.
One of those was a girl who will go by the name of Atlas. Atlas is a girl who chases excitement, adventure and experiences but doesn’t do it half-heartedly like me. She plans, organises and is always in control despite living the unsecure, turbulent lifestyle of a traveller. I was fascinated by Atlas from the first time I met her and a lot of the new experiences, the best experiences I had during my third year where because of her; via invitation or encouragement. From cycling around the Netherlands to attending music festivals, from canoeing along the Cornish coast to some great nights out.
I was always attracted to Atlas, but her free, unattached attitude towards life meant that anything resembling a relationship went against her life ethos. After being very close for a long while, I was lucky enough to gain something a little more than just friendship with her. But for two people who lusted for travel and adventure that something was always planned to end when uni life did. She wanted to go do her own thing and make her own way and what would be the chances of us both finding something in the same county, in the same city anyway? I thought slim.
But, there I was; on a plane going to visit her in Madrid and going on to live in the fairly close by city of Valencia. Not officially anything more than good friends; my mind and heart raced with questions of what indeed we would be … friends or something more?