time for change

I have now moved back home! My time at Robert Tressell Halls and room 203 has come to an end and I feel very emotional about it. That whole experience was one I will never forget. I will miss a lot about living in Halls, especially always having someone about. Wherever you went, you'd never be alone. Even walking into the kitchen, you're bound to see someone. I loved that. Because at the same time as this, you could still have your own space in the privacy and comfort of your own room. I wish I appreciated that a little more whilst being there. Towards the end of my time at Halls I was so sick of being by myself, and to survive Halls, you have to enjoy your own company. Towards the end I was extremely reliant on my friends for company, as splitting up with my ex boyfriend meant time alone was time to over think the situation and work myself up, which is never healthy. So the last few weeks I was always with someone. So it's really weird to now be back home and not have that. Obviously I have my family here but it's not really the same. I have friends close too but not close enough. I also have to adapt to having some sort of a sleeping pattern again as well, which is unusual as we're usually up till whatever o'clock in Halls either drinking, chatting or playing games.

As much as I'm happy to be at home, I don't think I'm quite ready to be back yet. I still feel very low from my recent break up so being by myself is by no means fun and I don't appreciate everyone sleeping before me. As well as this, I've had to move everything I own into half a bedroom. Yes, half. I share my room with my 6-year-old sister. The decision for me to move out of my room came as I got accepted into Uni. I don't really mind sharing my room with her because as anyone will know, she means the absolute world to me but bloody hell, it is annoying! Everything I possess has now been crammed into the smallest storage space and it will be this way for a good 4 months, as that's how long I'll be back for. The fact I'll be back for that long does scare me, I'm not a fan of change. I'm scared about having so much time for myself. I'm just hoping it will do me some good as I am sick of feeling this way over a guy, it is pathetic. And I know it is. Yet I can't help it. I'm just waiting for time to do its healing I guess. (Hurry up please!)

Hope you all have lovely Summers! X

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