As many of you lovely readers may know, i'm off to university at the end of this week.
I'm moving into uni managed accommodation aka halls and i've just started some serious packing today.
The closer it gets, the more real it feels. I guess subconsciously i'd convinced myself that nothing was changing and that i'd go on living my comfy little life i've spent two years building, with my friends and family neatly wrapped around me like a big warm blanket.
But i'm getting so very conscious of the fact that i now have 3 days left of living here and soon i'll be writing this blog and living my life out of a new room in a new city.
I had a leaving dinner with two friends last night, i held it together for my time with them but cried like a baby as soon as i got home.
Bottom line is, i'm scared.
This is scary.
But i know it's just the "jump" that's scary and once i'm in free fall i'll be fine.
I'm not really sure why i'm writing this. Just needed to get it out i suppose, without a flurry of immediate vocal responses. I appreciate people's reassurances, i do, but sometimes it doesn't matter what people say; it is what it is and you feel how you feel.
Random Post Over.