As part of university and meeting a plethora of new people, I (over the past couple of weeks) have often been asked- "So what do you write about?" when I mention I've got this blog thing and I do Journalism. Fact is I have absolutely no idea. I just exist as a creative vessel, whatever springs to mind is my inspiration and frankly as of late, as you may have noticed with the lack of material, I have not had much. You could say I have been in a bit of a rut.
September was a peculiar month, the first few days of which I remember very little of. In fact September barely existed in my memory until the start of university nearly two weeks ago. I had the pleasure of meeting a Youtuber I watch regularly, did a bit of shopping for the big move and watched a f*ck tonne of Reign (and cried when Francis died, I admit it.) Besides that though September was mainly anticipation for what it would bring.
And by god did it deliver. In ways the end of September was utterly fantastic, I cannot say I have lived more in the past 20 years than I have in the week post move. I have met so many fantastic and inspiring humans, some of whom I long to have in my life for the foreseeable future, if not longer. It were these friends that kept me going through uncertain and difficult times, their zest for life and positive attitudes continue to make me smile. That is the incredible thing about university, the exposure to thousands of people who ,in any other walk of life, you would never meet otherwise.
Of course September and all it brought was, and continues to be, a challenge to my mental health. Change is a difficult thing to adapt to and of course moving somewhere new was, in a way, frightening. Anxiety is a continuous battle, with good and bad days but every day that goes by is a day that brings me closer to being comfortable with my new surroundings (so much so that when I had to go home I felt the need to ask my Mam if I could have food from 'her' fridge.)
If anything this month validated how completely and utterly besotted I am with my family, the kind things they have done for me, the sacrificed time off doing better things to help my move- I am truly grateful for all of this. I cannot say I have been homesick, I pride myself on being fairly nomadic. As the song says "wherever I lay my head, that's my home." I have my little family here at the flat and my extended family across campus.
Above all I have, regardless of whether I like it or not, entered a completely new chapter in life. One that has been cemented by the survival of one heck of a September.
In regard to the music that shaped the past month I shall pop a list down below of the songs that defined my September 2017.
Little By Little- Oasis
The Last of the Real Ones- Fall Out Boy
Outrage- Capital Lights
Praying- Kesha
September was a peculiar month, the first few days of which I remember very little of. In fact September barely existed in my memory until the start of university nearly two weeks ago. I had the pleasure of meeting a Youtuber I watch regularly, did a bit of shopping for the big move and watched a f*ck tonne of Reign (and cried when Francis died, I admit it.) Besides that though September was mainly anticipation for what it would bring.
And by god did it deliver. In ways the end of September was utterly fantastic, I cannot say I have lived more in the past 20 years than I have in the week post move. I have met so many fantastic and inspiring humans, some of whom I long to have in my life for the foreseeable future, if not longer. It were these friends that kept me going through uncertain and difficult times, their zest for life and positive attitudes continue to make me smile. That is the incredible thing about university, the exposure to thousands of people who ,in any other walk of life, you would never meet otherwise.
Of course September and all it brought was, and continues to be, a challenge to my mental health. Change is a difficult thing to adapt to and of course moving somewhere new was, in a way, frightening. Anxiety is a continuous battle, with good and bad days but every day that goes by is a day that brings me closer to being comfortable with my new surroundings (so much so that when I had to go home I felt the need to ask my Mam if I could have food from 'her' fridge.)
If anything this month validated how completely and utterly besotted I am with my family, the kind things they have done for me, the sacrificed time off doing better things to help my move- I am truly grateful for all of this. I cannot say I have been homesick, I pride myself on being fairly nomadic. As the song says "wherever I lay my head, that's my home." I have my little family here at the flat and my extended family across campus.
Above all I have, regardless of whether I like it or not, entered a completely new chapter in life. One that has been cemented by the survival of one heck of a September.
In regard to the music that shaped the past month I shall pop a list down below of the songs that defined my September 2017.
Little By Little- Oasis
The Last of the Real Ones- Fall Out Boy
Outrage- Capital Lights
Praying- Kesha