Life | Goodbye University
As far as endings go, this one was pretty spectacular.
959 days. £40,000. 22 housemates. 3 jobs. One unforgettable experience.
University is so much more than just a piece of paper. It's more than your course, your friends, your pictures. It's about you growing into who you are going to be. At eighteen you think you know it all, but you don't. I hadn't had to deal with a gas leak or landlords from hell before. I hadn't yet been whizzed to the hospital miles away from home accompanied my very green and hungover flatmate (for which I will be eternally grateful). I hadn't even played a part our very own annual house Christmas dinner. And, at 21 there are plenty more experiences like this to come.
There is no way that girl packing up practically her entire room to live with twenty strangers could possibly know what she would learn, what she would go through, over the next three years. And now, moving out with so very much to pack - some things just don't change - it's incredibly bizarre to think that me, the girl who was really never, ever meant for a stereotypical student lifestyle, is actually going to miss this place.
I have loved the sight of the Humber Bridge reminding me that I am home and knowing that my #HullBloggers friends aren't far behind. I have loved my broken and battered house, my friends and my job (no, really!). We've laughed and we've cried, we've pulled all nighters and we have gotten so stressed and wound up we have broken. But we're all still here. We did it.
Today is the very first day of my life I haven't been a student. But that doesn't mean I'm not still learning. Here's onto the next adventure.