After the peculiar (and a bit overwhelming) month that was September, October came as a welcome breath of fresh, or at less Autumnal, air. October brought my first proper week of uni and so far, so good. On that front everything is incredibly interesting, I'm digging deep in hopes of achieving something at least moderately impressive that my Mum can tell all her back of the shop colleagues about. The end of October meant my first assessment and to be honest, it wasn't that bad. If you keep on top of things, it's true, you have nothing to worry about frankly.
October is also the first month I've lived completely independently sans parents. Having my own little place to go to is quite soothing, so much that when I've gone home for bits and bobs I find the size of my bedroom quite terrifying and yearn to go back to my little box den on the outskirts of the city. Meals have been prepared, flat has been tidied (as much as possible), leaflets have been binned and clothes have been neatly put away- at least when I'm sober.
Yes, I didn't think I'd do the drinking-clubbing thing either but the bug got me. Maybe I'm just living out my misspent youth dancing to Little Mix in Popworld on a Saturday night, maybe it's just a bit of fun. What I've slowly been learning is to not take everything in life so seriously, university is of course about getting a degree primarily but how can you say no to so many exciting opportunities that get flung your way? I intend to make the most out of the next three years.
As I've mentioned I did lots of adulting this October. Like I sorted and paid for my own car insurance (slow cry) and I'm now even looking at houses for next year. I've barely settled into one place and I'm now on the house hunt for another hopefully equally as nice room. Oh and those friends? They're as wonderful as ever, in fact my little brood of beans (as I call them) just keeps expanding and I'm reveling in meeting all these new faces from different parts of the British Isles (and the world!)
October was not, however, without its sad moments. My family lost a member, I had a few moments of self pity and all in all I've wondered just if I'm capable of it all. I can happily say that this was only a fleeting thought, of course I am. The devil works hard but Sophie Louise Nixon? She works harder.
Now that spooky season 'tis over I can finally indulge in my obsession for Christmas. So farewell for now, I'm off to buy a big ass Christmas tree.
October is also the first month I've lived completely independently sans parents. Having my own little place to go to is quite soothing, so much that when I've gone home for bits and bobs I find the size of my bedroom quite terrifying and yearn to go back to my little box den on the outskirts of the city. Meals have been prepared, flat has been tidied (as much as possible), leaflets have been binned and clothes have been neatly put away- at least when I'm sober.
Yes, I didn't think I'd do the drinking-clubbing thing either but the bug got me. Maybe I'm just living out my misspent youth dancing to Little Mix in Popworld on a Saturday night, maybe it's just a bit of fun. What I've slowly been learning is to not take everything in life so seriously, university is of course about getting a degree primarily but how can you say no to so many exciting opportunities that get flung your way? I intend to make the most out of the next three years.
As I've mentioned I did lots of adulting this October. Like I sorted and paid for my own car insurance (slow cry) and I'm now even looking at houses for next year. I've barely settled into one place and I'm now on the house hunt for another hopefully equally as nice room. Oh and those friends? They're as wonderful as ever, in fact my little brood of beans (as I call them) just keeps expanding and I'm reveling in meeting all these new faces from different parts of the British Isles (and the world!)
October was not, however, without its sad moments. My family lost a member, I had a few moments of self pity and all in all I've wondered just if I'm capable of it all. I can happily say that this was only a fleeting thought, of course I am. The devil works hard but Sophie Louise Nixon? She works harder.
Now that spooky season 'tis over I can finally indulge in my obsession for Christmas. So farewell for now, I'm off to buy a big ass Christmas tree.