Moving to university has been a lot to take in all at once, it’s like being thrown into the deep end before you’ve learned how to swim.
I’ve let the water pull me down a little recently in the sense that I haven’t been on my blog to post anything, not been able to sleep very well and also haven’t even been catching up on my tv shows!
I’ve been solely focusing on getting into my timetable routine and understanding exactly what needs to be done for my studies, how long it will take etc. that I haven’t actually been out as much as all of the other freshers. I have been going out, just not as much as other people and I’ve decided to focus less on drinking, more on learning.
I’m having a great time here, though, going out occasionally is much better for me than going out all the time. I am figuring out the balance and realising that I’m at the age where I don’t need to go out all the time. I actually prefer socialising with my flat-mates, going to the cinema and having lunches is much nicer.
I have been so mentally drained since moving here, I’ve had lots of reading to do and it took me about a week to unpack everything! I’m here now and I should be blogging back to normal once I have all of my different modules embedded in my brain.
Living alone is weird, but good weird.
The pros include things such as;
- Knowing exactly how much food I have left all the time.
- Knowing when I’m actually running out of things such as shampoo and shower gel.
- Having long showers if I want them.
The cons include;
- A fear that if I hurt myself badly, it may go unnoticed for days.
- Doing my own laundry – although this actually feels very independent at the same time.
- Having to cook dinner for yourself all the time – sometimes you just want to eat and not have to cook it first.
There are many other pros and cons, but these are the main ones in my eyes.
Unpacking and setting up my bedroom/bathroom was cool, everything in my room is a reflection of myself and is organised in a way that is accessible and tidy.
My attempt at photographing my room wasn’t the best, but here are some pictures of it nonetheless;
Leaving my hometown has given me the chance to really think about what I want in other areas of my life. I know that I should always trust my instincts and understand that everything is happening for a reason. What is meant to be always will be and sometimes we have to experience all the bad stuff to get to the good.
I have never lost faith in the things that matter to me most and I never will.
Speak soon, stay smiling,