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My comprehensive analysis of fresher life. Part One.

Flying the nest and the falling to your death.

So as you may know, I stopped writing for this blog round about September 18th, for one very big reason. I left my cosy, secure village in rural Yorkshire and moved to Lincoln City to attend university. In the days leading up to it, I was wrought with fears of loneliness and being ostracised. I also had fears of being with out my mum (past posts can embarrassingly verify that) and how I would cope with the impending independence. Of course there was excitement but at this point I was unaware of the fun that was to be had. On arrival day, I was late, I was tired (through lack of sleep the following night) and iI was alone. My mother who had agreed to take me to my new home was unable to stay more than 5 minutes without being overcome with what she describes as “embarrassing emotions” (or sadness, is what I think she was getting at). She left and I stayed, strangely composed, perhaps in shock, perhaps relief. And then the most unthinkable and unexplainable event occurred which I am sure will affect my life for many, many years to come. I made friends…

I’ve never been the most independent or self reliant girl. It’s not that I depend on other people, I just don’t look after myself as best as I should. So food money gets spent on non necessities, for example alcohol, Judy’s fucking vintage fashion fair. And study time gets (wrongly) replaced with vintage video games. However, 6 months in and I’m finally managing to find my feet/get to grips/gather my bearings on independent living. I still have so much to learn but it really is the most entertaining way, I can think conceive, of growing up.