This is going to be a Brighton appreciation post.
As most people who know me personally will know, I moved to Brighton (UK) in September 2018 to start my degree in Pharmacy at the University of Brighton. As soon as I discovered that Brighton Uni offered the course I wanted to study (MPharm with Integrated Foundation Year), I knew it would be my first choice uni.
My Mum was born in Brighton and although she later lived in Essex before flying the nest, both my Grandparents ended up moving back here which means I’ve been to Brighton a few times a year ever since I was a child. I’ve heard people say that it’s like London but friendlier. I can’t get on board with that description because I don’t see any resemblance to London in it at all. That may be because Brighton holds a lot of unique childhood memories for me though. One of which is going down to the pier and getting fresh, hot donuts (there’s that prompt!) with my Mum and whoever else we happened to be with on the day. Wandering through The Lanes and along the seafront are classic Brighton things for anyone but for me there was my Mum’s favourite restaurant, Terre A Terre, family dinners in the fish and chip restaurant at the Marina (which unfortunately no longer exists) and getting to push my Nan’s wheelchair when I was a bit older which I loved because it made me feel helpful and grown up.
The house I’ve ended up living in this year happens to be across the road from the cemetery where my Nan and my Great Aunty’s souls are resting. I’ve been thinking about my Nanny a lot recently; she passed away in 2010 and although I was relatively young at the time, I still have vivid memories of some of the time she spent in the Hospice. She would have been 80 this July. She was a wonderful, selfless woman who had been dealt a pretty tough hand in life but who never in my lifetime complained or felt sorry for herself. I think her grandchildren were the light of her life. She’s been gone for almost half of my life but I still love being in Brighton and feeling close to her, knowing she’d be so proud of what I’m doing and so happy to have me nearby if she was still alive.
This post is intended to be thoughtful rather than maudlin. I know it seems a little sad but as soon as the prompt word ‘donut’ came up, it made me think of hot donuts on Brighton Pier and all the memories associated with that.
Oddly enough, I don’t find myself on the pier all that often (something I need to rectify!), but when I do, I always make sure to get a hot donut for old time’s sake. It’s important to live in the present and to look forward to the future, but sometimes remembering the past, in the people in it, can be a joyful and uplifting experience.