When going to uni, it’s kind of given that you’ll move at least once a year for about five years – in first year I lived in halls, then I moved to private halls across town, then within that building I had to move twice and now, I’m only a week away from having a proper student house that I’ll stay in for the next 12 months.
I’m excited for stupid things like having stairs and having a separate kitchen and living room and having a garden and carpet, but mostly to be away from this flat that never felt like home. Last year, I started packing about three weeks before we moved and everything was very comfortably done by the time we moved, but this year I’ve not started yet and I need to be finished packing by next Tuesday, because I go away to NASS next Wednesday and the boys are moving all our stuff on the Friday and an engineer is coming to install our WiFi on the Saturday and I’m back on the Sunday.
But I’m okay with it – I’m so excited to have the house and live with people I want to live with and not live in an apartment building and to live a lot closer to my friends and to have a new area to explore and a new room that I can actually decorate.
I had to set up WiFi and a TV license and I’ll have to figure out utilities bills and it all feels very grown up and I think I like it, I’m actually enjoying it.
This is the house that will see me through my final year of university and I’m just so excited to have somewhere that feels so much more like home – I’m excited to start again in a new place and to really begin my journey into more independent living, once I’ve finished university and to wherever I go next (which I scarily need to start thinking about).
I’ll take pictures and do a proper house tour once I’m back from NASS and the house is unpacked and looks a bit more like a home, but I can’t wait to start again, to have this place with my best friends and make it our own.
I don’t know what’s going to happen after third year, but now I’m excited to find out.
Thank you for reading,