Speeding Through Time

Nothing much has really happened this week, I seem to have found myself completely surrounded by essays and I feel like I am spending every minute of the day trying to get some work done. Consequently this has left me desperately trying to think of something to write about and coming up with a big fat nothing.

 

It has left me wondering where this week has gone, I cannot believe the week is almost over, yet I honestly feel like I have nothing to show for it, apart from a huge dent in my bank account (a result of buying far too many Christmas decorations) and another, extremely bad, finished, essay. Yet thinking about it, this whole term is going so fast. I am about to go into week 7 and each term is 10 weeks long. WEEK 7?! I have only just moved in! Its crazy how fast time is going at the moment, I feel like if you blink you may just miss a huge moment. I feel like I went to sleep on the first night and woken up to find I slept for 6 weeks, its crazy. However, I like to think if the time is going so fast then you must be having a good time and there must be lots of things going on. I am sure that is the case for me, just at the moment I cannot think of the last thing I did that didn't involve me writing an essay.

 

No. Wait. Yes I can. I went to Costa yesterday to get one of their Christmas drinks. Sticky toffee lattes are delish! Though I drank it feeling guilty that I was not sat at home writing about the reasons the mortality rate declined in the nineteenth century.

 

So now it is Sunday evening and I am faced with a whole new week, and a whole new essay to write. However this week is going to be SUPER exciting as our university Christmas officially starts on Tuesday as it will be 25 days till the end of term. I will be blasting out the Christmas songs and putting up the decorations, there has also been a discussion about the possibility of a mince pie or three. Also I am going back home for a weekend away with my family, something I am also looking forward to, that and the fact going home gives me a good excuse to get a Starbucks as it is on the way home. I need to do a full comparison of Starbucks' and Costa's toffee latte variations!

 

So I guess that's it for now. I will leave you with a picture of my sparkler from Wednesday and a promise to think of something better to write about next week.

 

 

Home Comforts

After another terrible week I made the last minute decision to go home. So I packed up some stuff, threw it in the back of the car and then on Friday afternoon, I ran off from work and drove the two hours it takes me back to the familiar surroundings of my house. It was the best decision I had made all week. The only exception was possibly the decision to have garlic bread at the pub on Tuesday, it was the best garlic bread I have ever tasted. But that is a completely different matter!

 

What is it that makes home so reassuring? I don't know. Maybe its the fact that when I woke up on Saturday morning I had this strange sensation of being ever so slightly too warm, instead of peeling back the duvet in the anticipation that I would freeze the minute I did so. One of the main problems of being a student is the inability to be able to afford heating. Or maybe it was when I got in the shower I felt actual water run onto me, instead of some pathetic dribble that I have lean back into to feel any water at all. Or perhaps it was the amazing food on offer, and someone else cooking it for me. Or the comfort of waking up in my bedroom that I grew up in. Or possibly, and most definitely the most important reason, the fact that I was able to hug my mum, annoy my brother and be reassured that I had someone who cared about me right next to me. Within an hour of me arriving home my oldest friend was sat on the bed next to me and we were chatting and laughing away, all the stress of the past two weeks gone. Then I spent the evening on the sofa next to my family and just felt completely content. Of course this doesn't mean I hate university, I am also surrounded by those I love at my house there and do feel extremely comfortable there. But there is something about "home", its familiar, its safe and its comforting. I have not stopped smiling all weekend and just feel so much more relaxed then I did two days ago. Hopefully now I can start a new week tomorrow and feel slightly more positive about my degree and be less of a nightmare to be around, though I am not making any promises.

 

I suppose if all else fails, I could go back to that pub at university and get their garlic bread...

A New Room to Make My Own

Last week I moved into my house, despite my previous blog post announcing that I was excited about the move I actually had numerous breakdowns and when the time came to say goodbye there were A LOT of tears. However once I had the time to get over it I got excited about decorating my new room. This year my room is huge, it is the biggest room I have ever had and the owner of the house clearly loves shelves, they are everywhere! However the main point of the room was the fireplace in the middle. I was so excited for this all holiday and spent ages getting candles to go in it and planning where to put everything. Well I have finished unpacking and I am really pleased with the way it has turned out.
 

 

The fireplace is not actually useable and I thought the middle bit was a bit ugly, so I covered it up with pictures from my Disney calendar, postcards and cards that I have collected over time. Then there are a selection of candles, ornaments and photo frames to brighten it up.

 

There is no colour scheme to the room, I am fairly limited with what I can do as I cannot change the furniture or carpet. However I like to add things that make it personal to me, so I have a lot of my Disney ornaments placed around the room, with pictures and my fairy lights to give it a cosy feel.
 

 

I really like it and look forward to living in it for a year!

 

I think someone's room can tell you a lot about a person, so much so that I did a project on it for a university project last year, I think it is fascinating how people organise their personal space. So let me know what you think, do you think a room reflects an individual? What does my room say about me? I would love to know.

Returning to University

In a few days time I will be returning to university and will officially become a third year. How that happened I am not sure seeing as I only started university yesterday....WHERE HAS THE TIME GONE?!

Anyway. Now I am sat here feeling old and debating the idea of starting to pack all of my stuff and it got me thinking about how I feel about moving back. University has always been a tricky one for me, I love it, but I usually hate the idea of going back. My mum calls me a "home bird" and I guess she is right, I love being at home and surrounded by my family but I also love being at university, living with my friends and being able to do pretty much whatever I want. Within reason, I couldn't go and rob a bank for example. I think it is the transition between the two that I hate, I hate saying goodbye and you have that brief period of 'oh goodness I am on my own'. Two years ago when I was faced with the prospect of starting university and leaving home for the first time ever I was terrified, there were a lot of tears and I was adamant I was not going. I remember turning up at the place I was living and telling myself that I would never call this place home, that lasted about a week. I was really lucky, I made some really good friends who when confronted with me on the first night, a blubbing wreck, instead of running for the hills they offered me cake and a game of poker, I then loved university. The start of the second year should have been a lot easier but I was just as apprehensive and really not wanting to go. We had moved into a different house that I hated and the idea of returning made me cry even more than the first time round. But once again I settled it and loved it, in fact I really miss that house now!

So the start of third year. For the first time ever I am openly admitting that I am excited to go back, I am actually looking forward to it. We have a lovely new house and I love the people that I am living with. Of course there is still a fairly large part of me that is terrified of saying goodbye to my mum and I am sure that when the time comes I will be in tears clinging to her like a three year old begging her to stay. I may be 20 years old but I can still act like the children at work when I want to. However I am trying not to think about that, instead focusing on all the fun I am going to have and remembering that I do really like university.

So to anyone who is starting university or returning, good luck! I hope you have the best year yet!