Have you ever been so excited for something that when it finally arrives it isn't as amazing as you initially anticipated? Thats how I feel about being home. After finishing my first year in Nottingham and hopefully passing (keep your fingers crossed!) I'm finally back in the land of excessive amounts of sheep and a language reminiscent of something out of a Tolkien book.
Before coming home I awaited the excitement on my Monty dogs face, seeing my family and spending time with my friends but if being a student was hard enough when I was living away coming home doesn't make it any easier.
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| how can you not miss this face??!?! |
Every student goes through 'The Transition'. From getting used to living alone to then moving back with your parents. From meeting new people from all over the UK each time you go out to putting up with seeing the same people you went to school with 3 years ago in your usual each week (Bunker smoking area I'm talking about you).
Don't get me wrong Cardiff is an amazing place to live but between working 2 jobs and spending the rest of my time watching repeats of 'Don't Tell the Bride' and 'Friends', the realisation that this will be the rest of my summer is sinking in.
Poorly neglected my blog has lay for the past few months, only occasionally posting work from uni. I have decided for summer to 'pimp' it out, whilst working my ass off, saving for festivals and paying off my overdraft, I'll be posting my adventures to try and ease the transition period.
If anything the first year of uni has taught me is to appreciate everything that has been given to me and not to waste every opportunity that has been passed my way.
keep your eyes peeled for more updates xxx
