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I’ve recently finished 3 years at university. 3 YEARS. So I thought I’d share some thoughts of panic/excitement/sadness that I’ve had whilst realising that it’s an end to a massive era of my life. This chapter of university has helped to make me who I am today and it’s over so I wanted to blog about it. (sorry that got deep). Whatever:
1.”So, does this make me an adult now?”
I hope I’m not alone in slightly freaking out that I won’t be in education for much longer. Does anyone else think of education as a royal pain in the arse, but a perfect delay in becoming an adult? When I say adult, I mean going out into the world independently with a full-time job that pays the bills with chores and stuff. I mean that’s all it is, right? (lol).
You could say I’m delaying that process EVEN MORE, as I’ve applied for a masters in Digital Marketing next year at the same university I was at for my undergraduate degree. So, I guess the panic can wait another year.
Uni’s a bit of a weird, yet amazing experience/stage in your life. You’re no longer a teen living with your parents, but I wouldn’t say that you’re 100% independent. You’ve got your student loan which, in my eyes, is just replacing bank of Mum & Dad, you’ve got lessons and lectures to attend and you still have to answer to lecturers, a.k.a like school. BUT, you’ve got to pay bills, cook your own food, do your own washing, maintain a clean house…
I dunno – I think it’s the perfect transitioning stage from teen to adult. Not 100% on your own but not 100% reliant. If anyones thinking about it – DO IT.
2. “CAN SOMEONE PACK FOR ME”
I’m yet to come across someone that LOVES packing. I’m not totally upset about it but, it annoys me. I like to plan ok. Planning makes me feel at ease, happy and comfortable knowing where things are heading. But with packing, you can’t really plan. I feel like it’s a thing to do in one day, the day before you leave.
I know some people pack as they go along, day by day, but all the boxes and cases and bags just means more clutter and that stresses me too. I’m difficult if you haven’t realised yet.
Also, it’s depressing af. My whole life can fit into a Mini Cooper. A MINI COOPER. I remember looking at the car like “that’s me & my whole life in the back of a car”. Sad. But, handy.
3. *Whilst packing up room* “oh that’s where it is”
We’ve all been there. Tail between our legs after getting annoyed multiple times about losing something and having to buy a new one. It was there, behind your bedside table, in that clutter draw or under the bed. There all along.
4. “Well this is a strange dinner”
Part of moving out and leaving the house behind, involves clearing out the fridge. I’m hoping we’ve all, at some stage, had to do this. Whether it’s before going on holiday and not wanting to buy anything new or moving house (it doesn’t have to be uni related) – weird dinners just have to be done sometimes.
I can remember back in second year having fish fingers, broccoli, baked beans & sweetcorn with 1 sausage found in my freezer drawer…I’m sorry don’t judge me..
5. “Ew. This is disgusting.”
Another part of clearing out a house, is finding spots that you’ve quite obviously missed when cleaning. I’ve never lived on my own at uni, at minimum 6 people, which is a lot. But you’d think with at least 6 people in the house, those gross spots of the house would’ve been cleaned? Nope.
The places I’m referring to involve the inside of the bin lid, the bottom shelf of the fridge, the inside of the microwave ect. I don’t know, maybe this is obvious to some people, which says a lot about how good of a cleaner I am. But it all comes out in the end. I put the marigolds on for sure.
6. “See you later…”
Awkward goodbyes. *sigh*. Some people say that it wouldn’t be university without having to live with people you don’t particularly get on with. I’ve had my fair share of awkward living arrangements and by the end of the 3 years, it’s kind of gone over my head by now. But the goodbyes are too much…
It’s not emotional or sad in the slightest, in fact, I could probably just do with a text or in some cases nothing at all. I’m not going to see you again, I’m not going to talk to you again, so let’s not sugarcoat it and pretend to get on. In my opinion, life’s just that bit too short for that. BBUUTTTT, you all feel like you should say bye. So you do. I guess it’s the polite thing to do (which I’m working on).
I don’t know if it’s just me, but do you automatically go into small talk mode (a.k.a talking about pointless sh*t no one cares about) when speaking to someone you don’t like. Almost like an attempt to seem to like them? Well yeah. That’s what happens when I say my awkward goodbyes and I end up saying something stupid like ‘See you later’ or ‘talk to you soon’.
Katy – you won’t. But at least that’s over.
7. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry”
As an overly emotional person, saying goodbye is always a trigger for the waterworks. I cry at anything. I cried at a bench the other day (the plaque was too much), at adverts, and even at old couples in the street. It’s a bit of a nightmare if I’m honest but that’s just me.
I don’t cry because I’m leaving the grotty student accommodation with mouldy walls behind – won’t miss that. I don’t cry because I won’t see the people I don’t get on with ever again – won’t miss that. And I don’t cry because I’ll miss cooking/cleaning/doing washing – DEFFO won’t miss that.
I cry because it’s just an end to an era, and I won’t be living with my boyfriend all day every day. We live a few hours apart when we move back home and he’s ridiculously busy with work. It’s hard (for me) but I’m learning to cope with not seeing someone I adore everyday. It’s not fair on him to deal with me and his busy work life. It’s just something to deal with until we can afford a place. I CAN DO IT.
8. “Ok so now what?”
I’ve had this question in my mind from the beginning of my last year, it was soon to be over and I still had NO IDEA what i wanted to be/do. But after redeveloping a company website, I fell in love with Digital Marketing and applied for a Masters at the same university (familiar and discounts galore!). I got accepted, woo!
Luckily for me, I’m delaying the adult morphing process. But for others that have had enough of the education system (understandably), there is room for a new chapter in your life. Don’t waste it, bite the bullet and go for jobs you’d normally shake your head at. Do volunteering/extra work to build your CV up. And take up a hobby alongside blogging.
I’m about to start vlogging my summer to do alongside blogging! If you’re a big fan of youtube or my blog head on over to my channel and feel free to subscribe so you’re all set up and ready to watch me do whatever I do.
So these are just a FEW thoughts I’ve had whilst moving out. I’m now back at home, on my bed with my kitten. If anyone has seen my twitter bio – I’m without mac n cheese unfortunately. But may swell be as I’m off on holiday in a month…the gym is calling me.
Let me know what you guys thought of this one and if you’re in any similar situations right now? Or will be soon? I still love hearing from you all in the comments below. It makes the blog post for me!!
Do you feel similar things when moving on?
Love Life, Lexi!