I’ve left Cambridge, but I’m not going home – not really
At the end of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, Harry looks longingly back at Hogwarts as he boards the train back to London and sighs, “I’m not going home. Not really.” As I stood in my college gardens a few days ago, knowing it would be the last time in a long time that I would see the sun fall upon the red brick fortress, I felt pretty much the same.
‘Home’ has always been a funny kind of word for me. I tend to use it liberally, believing that someone can have more than one at a time