I didn't have a precious for this storytelling Sunday.
Most of my "precious" items are sitting at home on bookcases and in boxes.
Instead I looked through my photos and this one taken just yesterday jumped out at me.
I don't think I've ever been overly attached to one place.
There has never been a location I have become distinctly nostalgic for. Boarding school is perhaps the place I regard most fondly. I have moved house enough times to know that location isn't all that matters.
That said, if I ever was to view a location with rose tinted spectacles I think it would be Durham.
Funny that. Just one year and this place has become precious.
This funny little "city" high on the hill enclosed by river.
It's beautiful and characterful but I don't think I can pin point it's preciousness to that.
I have found the best, funniest, sweetest people to share life with and next year share a house with.
Despite all my complaining about work, Durham represents the start of a a degree, the start of asking "big" academic questions. (or in my case, questions like what King we are now studying, having totally lost track of what was going on in the lecture. Don't ask.)
Durham is also the first place which I can call "mine". The first location that has no real connection to Mum or Dad or any other member of my family. It's the place I have chosen to set up a life in for three years.
It's also a place I chose, I prayed about, I put into God's hands and he was faithful in providing a church, friendship and peace. That has to be counted as precious.
So yes, a bit mushy, and a tad cheesy but this funny little city has, out of the blue, become one of my precious things.
Today I am joining in with the lovely Sian and her Storytelling Sunday- pick your precious. Do pop over to visit other bloggers and read about their precious things.