Ah, this day finally came, I see. Hmm. Even up to last night I wasn’t sure if I was making the right choice or not and to be brutally honest I’m not even sure now.
Okay, okay. It’ll take a little while to get used to, I know, but I loved Northampton and the things and people inside it too much. It didn’t make much sense to leave, but hey, that’s life.
So after packing throughout the week, the day finally came. An unnatural six o’clock start in order to get here on time. We’d packed my mum’s car the night before so we could lie in a little more, but once I woke up there wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to get back to sleep again. I’d just woken up from my bed in Northampton for the last time (for now, anyway).
We ended up taking my car too. To look for parking spaces and if they were available, claim them and I could use my car. Unfortunately when we got there it didn’t quite work out like that, but we’ll come to that in a minute.
Driving on my tod with only Dev and Vernon on Radio 1 to keep me company (along with that satnav voice lady), I eventually get to Corfe House in Poole, with my mum and stepdad waiting for me there already. After a bit of talking with the check-in ladies, it was off to my room.
Now I wasn’t expecting moving my life to Poole from somewhere a shade over three hours away was going to be easy, but yeah, I didn’t think it would be as hard. Not just physically – lumping all that stuff up and down a building – but mentally. I mean, I’m tired, sad about leaving and feeling a little ill. I don’t want to unpack everything, but I kind of had to. I had a headache, my stepdad had gout, and my mum was doing all she could to keep her mind off the fact her last bird has flown the nest.
To be frank, so was I. I hate goodbyes, but it’s even harder when it’s with someone you’ve literally spent your whole life with up until that point. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but boy, I really miss home already.
But, look at the positives. I’ve finally got a course in something I’m actually interested in. I’ve got flatmates who really couldn’t be any nicer. I’ve got stuff to do virtually every night during Freshers. I’m beside the seaside. I’ve got Argumental and the Plinth times to meet up with my friends back in Northampton, not to mention Christmas and New Year’s.
But growing up sucks. 
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