Hello.
So I haven't done a post in weeks. I've almost packed everything for
university. I've got my last full day at home tomorrow, and then on Saturday,
that's it. I'm off. Brand new life, living on the edge if you could call it
that. And I am shitting myself at the moment and have been for weeks. I'm
excited of course, but oh I don't know, I guess it's just a whole bunch of
emotions. I've lived in this house for 18 years and I'm finally packing things and
moving away. Pretty darn scary if you ask me. I have been away quite a few
times from home before, but it's only been for a week at a time, and I haven't
had to cook my own meals, I've known most people before hand and I would always
come home afterwards. I might be ok the first week at university and then I
might just crumble under the pressure, knowing me. It's going to be fine, I
know it. Hopefully my flatmates will be nice and will like me for who I am.
Hopefully I won't burn the house down with my cooking. Hopefully I won't end up
with student debt. A lot of hopefully's isn't it? pfffffft. Man. Ahhh. (Good
ending, Eilidh, well done.)
