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What next?

My office turned thirty today.

I remember first noticing it before I was even a teenager. As a family we'd come out this way once a year en route to Sizewell Hall. I asked Dad about the strange building towering above us. I forgot about this until fifteen years later when I returned for an interview.

In London as a child I remember pointing out Imperial College too, not even dreaming that I might study there.

So as I come to another cross-roads I'm rummaging through my memories for buried clues. Am I there, unconsciously pointing out what's next?