Recap

With this being my first blog post, I feel that it's necessary to give an overview of what I've been doing over the past three months.

I moved to London in September for university and it's safe to say that university is nothing like I was expecting. To tell you the truth, I have no idea what it was that I was expecting, nether-the-less, my lifestyle has changed drastically in such a short space of time.

I want to first talk about what its like to literally move into somewhere you barely know, on your own and knowing no one. I moved out not knowing how to wash a pot, let alone use an oven, the microwave was as far as my kitchen utensil knowledge went and still to this day I  haven't used the iron. Who needs an iron when you own a pair of hair straighteners? Anyway, I live in a flat with five other people, there's three girls, and three boys and I just want to put this out there, that I couldn't have better flat mates than I do, we were all in the same boat and as it turned out barely any of us knew how to use the oven. When you move out on your own you have to learn how to do these things fast and I will forever remember my first ever wash load and trying to decide what is light and what is a colour? Sounds easy, but when you have a cream coloured top with red, yellow and blue printed on the front how do you choose? Anyway like I said my flat mates are the best ever! And we all got along instantly. Second night in we met everybody in the flat above us which has ended up us all being best friends - one big flat split across two floors. University life is split 50% drinking, 30% university and 20% sleeping/socialising/procrastinating. What I've found is that there is always someone to talk to and someone up for going out if you need to get out your room, however if you're up for having some time alone in your room, everyone understands and gives you the space although it does occasionally happen where someone gets drunk and starts banging on your bedroom door at 3am (usually me doing the banging).

Before I moved to London the one statement everybody would make was 'it's expensive to live in London'. I think I must have heard this at least 100 times. So me being all naive and innocent (I like to think) had this idea that I was going to walk into say Asda, and basic items like bread and milk were going to be there on the shelf three times more expensive than Hull. I would just like to make this clear that this is not the case, they are exactly the same price. I feel a bit daft for ever even thinking that was going to be true looking back now, but like I say, I didn't know what I was expecting. Now when I come back home the statement has changed into a question; 'Do you find it expensive to live in London?' My answer is no. I mean obvious things like housing and travel is more expensive but you don't care about that, I mean I travel on a train, not a bus, I live in a central area 10 minutes from the DLR, within walking distance from everything I could possibly need. I can't complain about extra costs.

University is the main thing I am shocked by. I am in 8 hours a week and I sometimes think, I'm paying all this money for this? Don't get me wrong, I love it and don't regret it in the slightest. I mean whats better than having all this time off to yourself, I say to yourself but I still have work to do but I can do this in my own time, whenever I want, not when I'm told to. I prefer working later on at night, I like to wake up fully and have prep time before starting something. In other words, I am incredibly lazy and would prefer having two hours longer in bed and staying up two hours later at night but that's how I prefer. There's a lot of freedom when it comes to university, and a lot of independent study. I love this because it means I have more opportunities to research and focus my work around the areas I enjoy not what other people enjoy.

xoxoxo