So I’ve moved back to University today. In some ways it feels quite similar to the previous times I’ve returned to university after summer; I know the place and the lecturers, I know the layout of halls, and I know a lot of people around campus. However some bits are a little different. I’m going to be taking a brand new course where I will not know near enough every single person when I walk into the class, I’m living in a halls where I don’t know anyone (in that way it’s kind of like being in First Year again, but at the same time I don’t feel the pressure to make friends with my flatmates), I know less people than I did last year as many of my friends graduated with me but decided to do the much more grown up thing of looking for a job/going to explore a different university to do a Masters.
At the moment I’m sitting on my bed writing this. I can hear some movement in my flat and am considering venturing out to see who’s about and if they’re friendly. When moving into my flat I realised that there were at least three people who had been living here all summer (most probably international students) labels were on microwaves and freezer draws. These people may already know each other and have their routines and now I’m going to have to fit it in with mine. This probably won’t be much of a problem to be honest; I am someone who is quite content to be in their own company and to do their own thing.
I may wait till tomorrow morning to meet any of my flatmates as tonight I want to get used to having my own space again. Don’t get me wrong, I love being at home! I love being with my mum with all the home comforts, but home’s been a little crazy recently what with a temporary addition of a couple of dogs. But it’s still very nice to have my own space and to do what I want when I want and (to perhaps sound a little selfish) not to have to think about anyone else besides myself.
I’m looking forward to getting into the swing of classes and work so I can get a routine going and then my room can be my own little bubble of me-space. I discovered in the last few months of term last year that I really enjoyed and benefitted from having a routine. While I love sleeping in till noon and just chilling out in front of the TV, it can get rather boring doing nothing – thirteen-year-old me would be shocked to hear me say that. Who am I kidding? Nineteen-year-old me would be shocked to hear me say that. I guess I am growing up after all.