Evening all.
I have just been attempting to pack up my car for the drive back to Reading tomorrow. I am starting a masters, full time job and going back to my boyfriend, with whom I have been having a long distance relationship for the past three months (we have been together for nine).
I am so excited - this move signals a completely new chapter in my life - I am finally 'officially' moving out of home (although I have 'moved out' numerous times, having been at boarding school since I was fifteen - now twenty two) - but this feels different somehow...for the first time ever, I know I most probably won't be coming back.
Of course I'll come back to Derby for family occasions, Christmas, birthdays and the odd weekend here and there, but for the first time I don't have next summer to look forward to, as for the first time in my life I have a permanent, full time 'grown-up' job. For the first time I am in a committed relationship. For the first time I am completely in control of my future as it is totally of my own choosing and for some reason I am shitting myself! I'm so scared - good scared - but scared, nonetheless.
I'm scared about how I'm going to manage both the full time job and the masters, I'm scared about whether my future is set to be with my boyfriend (with whom I'm very much in love, might I add, but there is a considerable age gap and although it doesn't bother me now - will it in the future?), I'm scared that I'll get lonely, miss my parents, my grandparents, my dog. I'm scared that I don't know how to tune a telly. I'm scared about the fact that I'm leaving in twelve hours and still I am not fully packed or prepared. I'm scared that to cope with the 'stress' (I know this is not really a stressful situation in relative terms) I just cracked open a cider (my previous weight nemesis) - although I did swiftly pour it down the sink as I realised I really don't need or want it and that opening it was just an old horrible habit sneaking back upon me.
Basically - you may have gathered, I'm scared. But I'm also excited, don't get me wrong.
Anyway, sorry for blabbering, I just find this forum so helpful and supportive - I thought it would be a good place to rant about my wimpishness!
I have just been attempting to pack up my car for the drive back to Reading tomorrow. I am starting a masters, full time job and going back to my boyfriend, with whom I have been having a long distance relationship for the past three months (we have been together for nine).
I am so excited - this move signals a completely new chapter in my life - I am finally 'officially' moving out of home (although I have 'moved out' numerous times, having been at boarding school since I was fifteen - now twenty two) - but this feels different somehow...for the first time ever, I know I most probably won't be coming back.
Of course I'll come back to Derby for family occasions, Christmas, birthdays and the odd weekend here and there, but for the first time I don't have next summer to look forward to, as for the first time in my life I have a permanent, full time 'grown-up' job. For the first time I am in a committed relationship. For the first time I am completely in control of my future as it is totally of my own choosing and for some reason I am shitting myself! I'm so scared - good scared - but scared, nonetheless.
I'm scared about how I'm going to manage both the full time job and the masters, I'm scared about whether my future is set to be with my boyfriend (with whom I'm very much in love, might I add, but there is a considerable age gap and although it doesn't bother me now - will it in the future?), I'm scared that I'll get lonely, miss my parents, my grandparents, my dog. I'm scared that I don't know how to tune a telly. I'm scared about the fact that I'm leaving in twelve hours and still I am not fully packed or prepared. I'm scared that to cope with the 'stress' (I know this is not really a stressful situation in relative terms) I just cracked open a cider (my previous weight nemesis) - although I did swiftly pour it down the sink as I realised I really don't need or want it and that opening it was just an old horrible habit sneaking back upon me.
Basically - you may have gathered, I'm scared. But I'm also excited, don't get me wrong.
Anyway, sorry for blabbering, I just find this forum so helpful and supportive - I thought it would be a good place to rant about my wimpishness!