Autumn. The start of another year at university. After any and every fumble through my first year in Bournemouth, you’d think I’d have a handle on it this time around.
Ahh, but this year it is different. More work, less play but the same amount of missing home. I was so eager to get back into the swing of things at uni after months of missing my friends and learning in general, however being back is not quite like I expected. I caught Freshers’ flu before Freshers’ even started so I got worse and worse each time I tried to soldier on in the name of a good night out. That was a bummer when trying to talk to cute boys in the club comes out as a croak. Admittedly, I have spent a great deal of my time here so far sleep. I forgot how much the upheaval of your whole life takes its toll on you mentally, and moving back has been really kicking my ass. And as the koala sleeps to fight the toxic eucalyptus, so I used sleep to fight my mental struggles. In the summer I got used to being around my family all the time again and living life with a more relaxed vibe that university has been a big shift backwards. My anxiety and depression both flared up, despite how much fun I’ve been having, so I’ve been slowly easing myself back into working hard, socialising and a normal routine.
This weekend, however, I have been collecting my thoughts and have come to a conclusion. Second year is important. It’s something I knew last year but didn’t really, or couldn’t really, grasp. By the end of this year, hopefully I’ll have a placement where I can work for my sandwich year (unfortunately it isn’t a year about food), and that will play a big part in how my career pans out in the foreseeable future. So, as much as I am the queen of procrastination, this year is going to be work, work ,work (work – for those who broke out into Fifth Harmony). Visiting speakers, writers’ society, networking, writing competitions, assignments and blogging in my free time – it is safe to say I’m going to have my hands full with that alone.
Alas, I will not be neglecting myself and I still fully intend to indulge myself with socials and dancing in my spare time. Having great friends who I can lean on is also going to be amazing. I’ve already sorted coffee catch-ups and date nights with my girls and surprisingly enjoy just lounging around watching the boys on Fifa. Being an introvert, all this social activity can get too much so I have the lovely back-up of my Netflix, Amazon and DVD collection.
So does practice make perfect with settling into life over 220 miles from home? Of course! But it doesn’t mean that this year is going to be any less spectacular. If you want me, I’ll be in a café with a seasonal coffee or curled up in my bed; so until my next blog, be safe and be happy.