London’s calling

Have you ever thought about what it would be like to pack up your entire life? That’s what moving to uni felt like. Going through your room and deciding what you can actually take with you feels so weird. I always pictured ‘moving out’ as getting my own place, that I’d fill with all of my things and live there for years and years. But that’s not the reality. A lot of my belongings are still at home. By which I mean Lytham – and I still think of Lytham as home. It doesn’t feel right to refer to my flat as MY flat. I’ve lived in London for a couple weeks before, but never for the foreseeable future, it’s never been my home. And it still feels like that, like I’ve only gone away for a couple weeks, and soon I’ll be back where I grew up with everyone I know.

I think it’s maybe because of how fast the move happened, it hasn’t had a chance to set in that I’ve effectively moved out. Or maybe it’s because I don’t really know the area yet, like when you’re on holiday and you know the way to the beach, and the ice cream shop exclusively. Except in my case it’s the way to Tesco Express and the nearest tube station. As comfortable as I am here it feels like a holiday, like I don’t really need to properly unpack, or find my around, because in a couple weeks I’ll be gone.

While I expected a lot of mixed feelings about moving away, excitement, anxiety, FEAR, I didn’t expect it to feel the way it does. (So, yano, prepare for that lol.)

I suppose the good news is that no one really knows what to expect from moving to uni, so most people are shit scared tbh, which is a weirdly comforting thought when you’re feeling that yourself.

But overall despite my anxieties my first few days at uni have been so much fun, and as hard as it was moving hundreds of miles away from nearly everyone I know, I’m surprisingly comfortable with where I am.