The Den of Victorianity

Good morning.
It's all been going a bit weird recently. As you know, me and Katie are off up to York soon (the date looks to be the 29th of September, which means that it's more than likely I'll be spending my birthday in an empty house. That's going to be a bit weird. I don't even know what I want yet. I keep seeing stuff and thinking,' oh, that would be cool...but I don't really NEED it.' which, I know, is really the opposite of what a birthday is about. I don't NEED anything!...Well, except for, like, food and shelter...but I have those already! And a centipede! I'm at a bit of a loss with it...) and we're really looking forward to it, more so now bits and pieces of information are starting to trickle through about it. But in a time where we're most definitely heading away from Aber, it seems I'm hearing about more and more people going back. There's Bryn going back, simply to live while he studies in Machynlleth, at CAT which is pretty cool; then there's my ex-housmate Matt who's going back to work there, actually at the university, and a couple of old friends from my English course too.
I understand the pull of the place, and I understand that people do often go back or stay behind after finishing Uni. I suppose what I find odd is that I've been trying to sever my ties there recently. It was particularly hard last year, I really missed Aber because I had quite a few friends who had taken a year out and gone back to do there third year. I went back about five times in total I think. I still felt a really strong attachment to the place, which I knew was because I felt like I was missing out on another year of relatively responsibility and worry free lifestyle.
When the year ended I assumed that I wouldn't feel like that any more; fewer friends would mean that there wouldn't be anyone to go back and see, making it easier to move up to York but it seems like people are still going to be there, two of my best friends, and yet again the feeling of missing out is starting to descend.
It feels childish, like when you were young and in bed and you could hear your parents laughing downstairs and you always really wanted to know just what they were laughing about.

This year being a fairly stressful (and eye-opening) one has made me need the safety and protection of institutionalised education once again.
In way I'll be getting some of it - me and Katie will be staying in University accommodation in York so that comforts me a little but it just seems like I'm being drawn further away from safety and familiarity.
It appears that this is what life is all about.