As I type this I’m sat on a train at Paddington station, soon to be headed back to uni.
I’m already missing home.
I won’t lie, I’ve considered chaining myself to the gates and refusing to go…or just hurling myself out the window with my suitcase and three bags…
…it’s all good I’ll hitch a cow back to Essex.
Out of all the places I’ve visited in the world, I still think London is my favourite…I’m almost regretting my decision to refuse to go to uni there…almost.
So jealous of all you London students, you have the world at your feet!
Actually, don’t worry I just remembered how much I spent on that bloody disgusting Pret sandwich on Friday.
All in all this week has been very strange. It’s finally sunk in that for the next three years I will be calling two places “home” and I’ll have two families to go back to, which means that I will be in a perpetual state of homesickness.
Oh an did I mention that I may possibly be moving to America next year?
Yeah, so that happened.
Turns out I have the opportunity to go and study at the wonderful college of William and Mary in Virginia. Everyone I’ve spoken to says I have to go….so I’m going…
…all I’ve got to do is write a stunning application, get two great academic references and total 65% in my first year.
*Bangs head against pull out tray*
I only spent three months of my life and £500 applying to American universities already.