{"id":1190,"date":"2022-02-28T16:43:40","date_gmt":"2022-02-28T16:43:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.stuffbysofia.com\/blog\/?p=1190"},"modified":"2022-03-16T18:58:42","modified_gmt":"2022-03-16T18:58:42","slug":"the-london-years-in-nocte-consilium-15-of-20","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.stuffbysofia.com\/blog\/2022\/02\/the-london-years-in-nocte-consilium-15-of-20\/","title":{"rendered":"The London Years: In nocte consilium (15 of 20)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

This was freshers’ week, only without the mad partying and drinking. An evening university dedicated to working Londoners is hardly the place for excess – we all had jobs and families to get back to. The graduate speaking to us newbies was a likeable woman and was relating her years in uni and how they changed her life. She had gotten a degree, changed jobs, gotten a divorce and become a new woman. Fuck, I thought, I don’t wanna be a new woman, I just want a degree. Famous last words. Welcome, to Birkbeck<\/a>. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don\u2019t know what\u2019s going on? I\u2019m leaving London soon<\/a> so this is one of my 20 London stories <\/a>\u2013 a celebration of 20 years of my life here.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n

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A post shared by Sofia Gkiousou (@sofiagk)<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n