It's a luscious mix of words and tricks;

My name is Alice, I am 18 and I had lived in England my entire life...until I temporarily moved to Scotland to study. That's it really. Well aren't I the interesting one?

2 weeks today

2 weeks today I go away to university. I travel up to Scotland, a place I’ve visited once in my entire life. I leave behind my boyfriend, my friends, my family, my pets, my house, my room, a large proportion of my possessions, my life. I leave behind comfort, familiarity, a sense of belonging, a security that I have built around my for eighteen years.

But with this I also leave behind a feeling of being lost, being devoid of purpose, a great sense of yawning, cavernous boredom and apathy. For what? I give all this up in favour of adventure, academia, a nerw start. I give up my childhood and the security that comes with it in favour of a burgeoning adulthood and the independence that is sewn into the fabric of real life…or the closest you can get when living in an academic institution. By paying the small price of being homesick, I will be given, hopefully, the chance to grow as a person, meet new people, discover a new town and city that I will be etched into my life; my present and then eventually my past. When I am older I can visit both places - the home where I grew physically, and the place where I grew mentally into maturity and say I was there. 

Things change, I guess.

  1. pelicanknight said: Much luck and good wishes to you, Alice! Hope university turns out to be one of your life’s defining experiences x
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