In exactly two weeks I will be moving to Leicester in preparation for Fresher’s Week and studying at De Montfort University.
I’m still amazed that something actually went my way academically, after all the bad luck I’ve had in that area, part of me was expecting the worst.
Nonetheless here I am, preparing for one of the biggest changes in my life so far and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. The anxiety I feel is mainly about friendships; I’m worried about drifting apart from people while they are wrapped up I their own things, I feel I may get left behind. Like the dust left behind when a car shoots off into the distance.
I’m taking forever to pack, mainly because I am not only packing things for uni, but I’m packing my bedroom away and saying goodbye forever to the room that I grew up in.
It’s partly the disturbance of objects that have been in one place for so long that is making me sad and also my attempt at throwing things out. I find myself going through everything and reminiscing, everything I have come across so far has had memories attached, making it that little bit harder to throw said things away.
I need to get a shimmy on with all this packing now and just let go of anything holding me back, now is the time to clear out and allow myself space for new objects with new memories.
As the weeks pass, I’m becoming more and more ready to move. I’m ready for this new chapter, to start over with my personal life. Living three hours from home is a pretty good way to start over too.
I’m obviously going to come home and visit, because I’ve got to see the lovely people back home still, haven’t I?
I will miss my friends and family at home, but it will be nice to get a sense of true independence.
Time to get my pack on!