Yuletide bloggings

I cannot believe that I am about to start the last week of my first term in university. Everyone, absolutely everyone, said "The first term will fly by" and "It'll be christmas before you know it". So many people said this to me that it almost became cliché and I didn't quite believe it. And the first month, as eventful as it was, actually passed by relatively slowly so I began to believe it even less. Not that this mattered. I've been having far too much fun exploring my writing, meeting amazing new people and -most importantly- drinking to even think about christmas. Until recently......

A taste of home
In my last blog I bragged about the people coming to see me in the next couple of weeks. While my friend couldn't make it, 2/3 wasn't bad and it started with a week-long visit from my boyfriend. I was jiggly with excitement at seeing him, and it was the most amazing week ever. We went christmas shopping, went out for food, lay around watching films and generally messed around. It was the exact pick-me-up I needed. For all this uni and home have been separated. It's almost like I have two lives (I know, very 007 of me) and when Sam came to visit me those two lives were merged, and it was very strange indeed. When he went home I had to blink back the tears as he said "see you at christmas." All of a sudden it would go from being in one another's pockets every day for a week to the usual 30 minute face times a day. Christmas was so far away....
The ensuing week was filled with homesickness. It's a weird feeling to be so busy all the time, yet finding yourself moping around. Luckily i still had one more visit to look forward to and that was from my amazing mum. Even though we speak on the phone (the 4 hour phone call will not look good on my bill this month) I have missed the endless gossip and goings-on of my family life. Because it's so close to christmas my mum has been getting the house ready for our visitors and it's strange to not be a part of that. It's the first year I've had to text my christmas list home to my dad rather than sit on his sofa writing it whilst watching the TV, and it's the first year that I wasn't involved in the putting up of the decorations, and it feels weird. It will be so nice to go home at the end of the week and spend 3 whole weeks with everyone I love.

The other family
With all this going on what would I do without my uni family? I dread to think what i will be like over christmas, going 3 weeks without seeing them! I need my drunken nights out, the very loud and eventful pre-drinks, the hungover debate of 'shall we go into uni?" and the 'You will never guess what he's done now!?!" chats. Thank god for FaceTime.
Whenever I have felt homesick or just general low over the last 3 months, it's been these girls that have successfully managed to pick me up again and my uni experience would have been very bland without them!

The reason I'm actually here
Oh yeah, the course! Well, I love it more every single week. It still never fails to amaze me how far I can be pushed creatively, and I love my seminar group as we all share our work and offer feedback on everyone else's. The english part of my degree (rather than the creative writing side) is equally as challenging though. It's really hit me in the lat month or so just how different university level is to A-Levels. We are learning for the sake of educating ourselves further, not to pass an exam, and it's such a refreshing way to learn. I've even found myself going out and voluntarily buying books for further reading because i find it so interesting. I don't know whether I would be able to handle university if I hated the course- it's my love of english that gets me out of bed in the mornings after all.

Thinking out loud

Sat here in the Starbucks close to my Uni, gazing around I can't help but feel a sense of pride (despite the unread book next to me, which served as my main reason for being here in the first place). It was in this Starbucks, all those months ago on an open day with my mum that I decided this was the place is I wanted to come to uni. I remember that day so vividly. I had been to swansea open day the previous day and I wanted so badly to prefer that uni. It was closer to home, and thus closer to my boyfriend. Yet the following day, on my second visit to the city I couldn't help but fall in love with the place. I sat on this very table looking at a girl with her laptop in front of her and a coffee in her hand, so clearly a student. I decided that's what I wanted to be doing in months to come. I found myself feeling overcome with emotion at that moment. There was no getting away from the fact that I would have to move away from my boyfriend now. Swansea was close, it was convenient and it was a good uni- just not right for me. Now I'm that girl sipping on a coffee and tapping away. Funny isn't it? 

So did I make the right decision? 

For months I was so scared that I was moving too far from home, that I would hate being in such a busy and big city but here I am, feeling like the cat that got the cream. I have a wonderful group of friends, I love my course more than I ever thought possible, and my relationship is stronger than ever before. I've learnt a valuable lesson through  all of this- sacrifices have to be made sometimes, and often it will work out for the best. Putting my relationship to the test, moving so far away from home and changing my lifestyle completely has made me a stronger person. 

Sorry, it's completely cheesy. 

On a similar note, despite the fact that I love my course, it doesn't come without it's baggage. There's so much work to be done, and so much reading that I can often feel in over my head. Don't get me wrong, I know that it's nowhere near as much work as it will be in the next few years, and I'd certainly take this over to A-levels any day, but it's hard to strike a balance between having a good social life and doing enough uni work. At the moment it's not so much the set work that's dragging me down, it's the further reading and extra work I can be doing that's stressing me. I want to get the best from my degree, and I kinda enjoy being a swat and knowing a lot about the subject we are studying, but in order to that I have to do so much extra work. I guess it will all be worth it in the end. And besides, my excessive list making helps me to organise myself. 

Striking a balance

I haven't blogged for a long time (well a long time for me anyway) and I am looking to rectify this immediately. Its fair to say I've had a rather busy couple of weeks and I feel as though I have turned a corner in the uni world. 

The Lists are Back!

I've taken my obsession with lists to a whole new level this week. I have devised a notice board out of a piece of card, marker pens and post it notes. (My real cork notice board is full of photos!) And on this noticeboard is three categories: Shopping list, uni work, and to do list. I love that I have finally organised myself enough to do this- and to actually keep to it (even if it has taken me nearly two months to do so) because it reduces the chances of me getting stressed when I don't really have to.

A Reality Check

Speaking of getting stressed, I feel as though I did this in true diva style on Thursday. I came out of a seminar feeling as though i had the weight of the world on my shoulders. I had forgotten to do the reading for that session (my own fault entirely, I recognise), but on top of that we were assigned a task for our portfolio where we have to write a duolougue, which I have absolutely no experience with whatsoever. This is the one thing I was worried about when I took creative writing as a degree. I am happy and comfortable with prose, and am becoming more acquainted with poetry but I don't have the first clue about mono and duo loges, screenplays and dramatic scenes. I know that this is the whole point of the degree- to gain more experience in the areas that I don't know much about (after all if i already knew it i wouldn't be doing it in university) but the learning process is a long one, and quite frankly daunting. With what felt like a thousand assignments, readings and pieces of writing to do I just wanted to cry when I came out of university on Thursday- and after scoffing some galaxy I did exactly this on the phone to my very patient boyfriend. 

"Lets dust the bullshit off our heels and drink our body weight in vodka"

I'm so lucky that I have a group of friends in Uni that like to drink- a lot!! On thursday, after I had wallowed in self pity for a while I brushed myself off, got ready and drank my body weight in vodka. My friend Hannah was feeling exactly the same as me with the workload for Uni so we were both on the warpath on Thursday night- and we did nothing but laugh all night. It made me realise that you have to take the good with the bad in Uni- that's kind of the point of it! Thank god my friends are bordering alcoholics the same as me. 

Visitors by the coach load

As fabulous as my friends here are, there has been a piece of me missing ever since I parted from all of my old friends in September. I am forever missing every single one of them, but being home for the week and then coming back made me feel ever so slightly lonely. It was fantastic to come back on Monday and have a catch up with everyone, but I couldn't help but feel ever so slightly low. I had had an amazing week with my family, friends (the ones still at home anyway) and my boyfriend and it was so hard to say goodbye to them all over again. However, as I got back into the swing of Uni it became easier (the three nights out in a row have helped a little as well). Besides, I have so many people coming to visit me before I go home for the christmas holidays that time is going to fly by anyway. Sam's coming up for a few days the week after next, then my friend Sian is staying for the weekend, and a week before I go home my mum is coming up to do some christmas shopping. It's nice to have a few things to look forward to- seeing some familiar faces will be exactly what I need!

My Missing Puzzle Piece

As I mentioned, coming home from a week back in Wales was tough, and mostly because it made me miss my boyfriend all over again. It's easier for me when I know when I'm going to see him again, so when I came back to Manchester having had a lovely week with him and not knowing when  I would see him again was especially hard. Needless to say there have been a few tears this week, as I found it hard to readjust to not having him by my side every day. I don't know what it is about Sundays but i aways seem to miss him more- i find myself longing to be lying in my bedroom watching Netflix and eating junk food, or going for a carvery together. Having said that, as a whole it has been considerably easier than I thought it was going to be, in terms of having a long distance relationship whilst I'm in uni. Yes there are days when all I want is a cwtch off him, but our Facetimes and phone calls make it easier-and we never go too long without scheduling a visit to each other. Overall, things are pretty good. Even though he is 200 miles away he can still make me smile every single day and in return I bombard him with late night, incoherent and cringe worthy drunk texts (which he secretly loves).

Until next time, over and out. 

If it's not the same, it's different

I'm exhausted, bleary eyed, disorientated and more hangover than humanly possible, but I'm happy. I've staved off the homesickness momentarily by going up the northern railway track to good old Liverpool to see two of my bestest's. No doubt I drank too much, spent too much and slept too much but it was the nicest weekend I've had in ages. The hectic life that is Liverpool uni got me thinking though.... 

Uni Life

I've made no secret of the fact that university hasn't been what I expected it to be like. This is absolutely 100% not a bad thing, because I actually think the way it has turned out is much better. However, when I went to Liverpool this weekend and stayed in my friends halls, it was the epitome of what I had envisaged in my head. Drinking games, beer bongs, becoming best friends with random people on a night out, throwing up in the street (that was me by the way), is everything i thought my uni life would be like. Don't get me wrong, I have been out alo-oot since I moved to Manchester, but it's been with a more tight-knit, selected group of friends. I absolutely loved my weekend away (as I may have expressed) and I'm so glad I got toe experience that, but honestly- after just 2 days I am absolutely wrecked. I feel like it will take me a week to get over this, and I definitely couldn't do it permanently. It's just not me. 

The two contrasts of university life that have been experienced made me realise that everybody has a different experience with uni, and that's perfectly okay. I'm happy with how my little life has turned out, and am actually glad that I'm not in mainstream halls. It has definitely worked out for the best in more ways than one. 

Family 

Although it was lovely to see some friendly faces this weekend, I am more excited than anything to go home for the entire week on Saturday. Whats better is that I'm stopping off in London for a few days first with my boyfriend to see my aunty and uncle and my best friend- and it can't come quick enough. It means that this time when I'm home I will actually be able to see everyone that I need to, and not have to worry about fitting everyone in in time because I have a whole week to do so. I've had such a busy couple of weeks that I want nothing more right now than to cwtch up on the sofa with a duvet and a cup of tea and watch Friends re-runs all day long. It's going to be complete bliss. Home sweet home. 

Compliment my blog, you compliment me

Because my blog is so personal to me I actually burst with pride if someone compliments it. What makes it better as well is when people who i totally didn't expect to be reading it come up to me or message me and say "I've been reading your blog, it's really good." I get this wave of pride and satisfaction. Last night, by complete chance i ran into a girl who used to go to my school- baring in mind we were in Liverpool at the time and neither of us go to Liverpool university it was a complete coincidence. She said that she'd been reading my blog and she thought that it was amazing, and that people would completely relate to it. I don't think she knows just how much something like that means to me. The whole aim of this blog was to highlight every single high and low point of uni life, to show to people that they aren't going through it on their own, and that not everything is as it seems. When someone recognises this in my writing, it makes me feel as though I am achieving what i set out to do, and that is all any writer can ask for. So if you're reading this now, drop me a message to just let me know what you think of it- it will mean the world to me!

A Revealation

Inspiration, Inspiration, Inspiration

Okay, so it has kind of come to my attention that in my blogs thus far I have not referred to my course an awful lot. This is quite strange,  because I am incredibly passionate about it and what iI have found from it so far. However, I was particularly inspired in todays seminar, so much so that it has urged me to write my second blogpost in 24 hours.
When I came to uni, I knew that I would gradually be learning more and more about writing in different formats- prose, poems, screen play etc. What I didn't anticipate quite as much though is the way in which the lecturers and professors guide you to look at writing from a totally different angle. This is exactly what I experience today. In my seminar the professor made us write a series of statements, each one getting bolder and more ambiguous as we went on- I soon found that I was writing following a theme, and that it was forming into a poem, and a good one at that. When I went back and tweaked it slightly, eliminating unwanted lines and thus more, I was shocked that I had just produced a poem that I ever knew was within my capabilities, without even knowing I was doing so. It totally inspired me, and allowed me to see writing in a different way. Anything at all can be made into a piece of writing, and sometimes it takes someone else's guidance for you to realise this. I came out of the 2 hour seminar feeling uplifted and inspired. It reminded me of why I am here- to bring me one step closer to my goal.
What's more is that I am surrounded by people with the same passions as me, the same interests and its incredible to share that. I'm totally and utterly in love at the moment.

If you opened my fridge, what would you see....
On another note, I m seriously lacking in the domesticated department at the moment. I woke up this morning with the realisation that I actually have very little to eat (unless you count the custard creams in my cupboard.) When I was living at home I took it for granted that there was nearly always pasta, herbs, tomatoes and veg in the cupboards for me to rustle up a quick dinner if needs be. since moving here, though I have realised that I actually have to buy the ingredients in order for me to make the meals.Who knew!!
Whenever I do go food shopping, I like to keep a list with me of the stuff I need. This way I know exactly what I need to buy and I won't spend any unnecessary money on extras (chocolate is the exception to this rule). I also make sure that I shop in cheap supermarkets. Generally speaking the prices in shops around here are quite reasonable, because I'm in such a heavily student populated area. It's also better to make one big meal- chilli, pasta, spaghetti Bolognese, etc, and then freeze it in portion sizes so you can have it for meals throughout the week. It's cheaper than buying ready meals and easier than making a different meal every night. Top tip, right there!

Aint nobody messing with my clique 
I would have thought that spending a weekend at home would qualm the homesickness that I have been feeling. It did in many ways, of course, but I am now missing the people that I didn't get to see when I went home- like my best friend living in London and my friends in Liverpool. I checked out train prices to L'Pool and because I have a railcard (a student essential, trust me) it will only cost me roughly five pound to go and see them. I get pangs every time a kanye west song comes on in a club, or someone says something that I know they would find funny. The friends I have made here are amazing, but none come close to my old mates, I think a night out in Liverpool is needed, and very soon at that.

Home sweet home

So this weekend was my first weekend back home since i moved to university. I pretty much spent the entirety of last week counting down the days, and then the hours, until i was back in "The Diff" for the weekend. I'm so lucky that i have an early finish on a Friday and a lecture at 2pm on Monday so i can make the most of my weekends when i do go home.

Family Time
It was the best feeling in the world to be able to come home to everyone. I started the journey trying incredibly hard not to throw up due to the monstrous hangover I had acquired. But towards the end of the train journey I was on the edge of my seat waiting to pull into Cardiff Central. It was so hard to try and fit everyone in in one small weekend, and fitting everything and everyone in meant that I wasn't able to spend as much time as I would have liked with some people. There was nothing better, though, than sitting in the kitchen sipping on a glass of wine chatting to my mum whilst she was cooking dinner. It was the most amazing feeling, and i soon felt as though i had never been away.

The come down
This morning I was on the train by 8.50 and had my laptop in front of me and the next part of my reading list to be tackled and I felt as though I had come back down to earth with a crash. It was horrible saying goodbye to my boyfriend having had such an amazing weekend together, and the prospect of a 2 hour seminar when I got back to Manchester was not helping my mood. Usually I would be excited to be getting back into the lectures on a Monday, but this morning was a struggle to say the least. What got me through it though was the thought of being able to see everyone again in the next few weeks. Before I came to uni I had no idea how hard or easy it would be to go so long without seeing all my friends and family, and I told myself that I wouldn't be down all the time- but since then I have decided that to go home, or to at least have people coming to visit me, every 3 weeks is achievable and definitely the best way to stay sane. Any longer than that and I will just become miserable, so why put myself through it?

Happy Anniversary
The initial reason for coming down this weekend in particular was for a family christening- it wasn't until later that i realised it just so happened to fall on my boyfriend and I's one year anniversary, which made the weekend that bit more special. I was treated to a very nice meal in Cardiff Bay on Friday night. It made me realise just how special our relationship is. I miss him like made when I'm here in Manchester, but the time we do have together is then so much  more appreciated by both of us that it almost makes it seem worth while. Im lucky to have such a supportive person by my side. (okay, slushy part over now- I'm sorry)

One big hangover
Okay so besides my lovely weekend, what else has been going on with me? Well.... I have practically spent the last 2 weeks either drunk or hungover, and it has taken its toll on me massively. I have sent the last week, coughing, sneezing, spluttering and croaking my way through the day and then drinking too much to think about it in the nights, and my body is now screaming at me to stop. Perhaps now is a good time to make use of the milk thistle tablets my mum strategically gave me before I moved. I'm sorry liver, the worst is over....

Hi Ho, Hi Ho
I can no longer get away from the fact that I need to get myself a job. I spend so much time moaning that I have no money and I'm bored on the weekends, both of which problems could easily be resolved with a little part time thing. So its time to face the music and get myself sorted out. I'm not living in dream world anymore, and student finance is not the answer to all my questions.(apparently).

Getting into the swing of things

I can't quite believe its Thursday already, meaning I have nearly been here for two full weeks! And what an adventure it has been already. with Freshers out of the way I have been looking forward to 'getting stuck in' in terms of the uni work, and having just had a particularly inspiring lesson on creative pros, I am feeling upbeat and confident about my decision to move here.

Why Manchester?
I have been asked countless times since moving here 'so why did you decide to go to manchester then?" and I've mostly just shrugged and mumbled something about the course being good here. I don't actually think I realised the reason until today. Creative writing is such a personalised thing that I don't like to share my experiences with people really (I'm sure this will change during the course) but I always knew that if I did it as a course in university it would have to be in the right place. I visited countless open days and in the end it was between Swansea and Manchester. Swansea had it all, a supposed amazing nightlife, a vibrant student community and amazing scenery to inspire my creativity. It was lovely, but it didn't have that extra spark that Manchester instantly had. I fell in love with Manchester practically as soon as i got here for an open day, and when I visited for  second time I loved it even more. It is an incredible city and has the feeling that you can be who you want to be and do what you want to do. I haven't experienced that with any other university, and I'm lucky to have found that. During my 'structure and story' lesson today this was reinstated. I'm in the best place possible for the best degree possible for me. It reminded me of why I moved 200 miles away from all my friends and family

Finances
Moving away is such a daunting experience in more ways than one and I have to say that I didn't consider all of these factors before I moved. Its scary to me that all of a sudden I have become responsible for my own finances and budgeting, and it was definitely something i didn't prepare for. My student loan has been delayed for a few weeks which has stressed me out, but having organised myself, and knowing what i need to do next in order to solve the issue, I am feeling a lot more comfortable. All of a sudden i feel a lot more grown up, and i had a bit of a 'moment' earlier when i wondered whether i was capable of handling all of this on my own. What i have to remember is that everyone is in the same boat, and i can get through it.

A flying visit
Monday was my boyfriends birthday, and since he spoilt me so much when it was my birthday in July, I felt inexplicably bad for being in Manchester on his birthday. I felt so bad in fact that on Sunday morning I decided I couldn't handle the guilt anymore and I booked a last minute train ticket from manchester to Cardiff. I timed it so that i could leave after my last lecture on monday and be home before my first on tuesday. It meant that I got to see him on his birthday, but also meant that I was only there for the evening and night. It was totally worth the long train journeys in order to see the look on Sam's face when I just wandered into his room. Since I've been back though I have realised just how much I miss him. Last night I hit a wall, and a flood of panic came over me. I asked myself whether I could really manage to be so far away from him for such a long time, but what it has also made me realise is that he is incredibly supportive, and the time we do have together is so much more special to us. Undeniably it is hard, but life always has a way of working out, and I have nothing but good feelings about this one in particular. Distance, it seems, does make the heart grow fonder.

My other love
I dread to see my phone bill, as since i moved here i have practically not gone a day when i haven't spoken to my best friend charlotte on the phone, and it is aways the highlight of my day. i love to hear about the latest dramas going on back home, and it says something that we can be 200 miles away from one another and still make each other smile just the same. Not a day goes by when i don't miss her, or when i don't automatically pick my phone up to ask her if she wants a coffee, before realising that she's not here. I'm counting down the days until i see her again, along with all my other friends and family of course!!

Pen and paper at the ready

Anyone that knows me will know that I obsessively write lists. When discussing anything, no matter how small, it's not uncommon for me to suddenly burst out "I'll write a list!" and scurry off to find a pen and paper. Not so long ago I decided it was absolutely vital that i always keep a pen and paper on me, for those moments when i feel too many things mounting up, and a list needs to be written.
I've always been the same. When I was a kid I would write lists about absolutely EVERYTHING. One of my uncle's favourite things to tell people about is the fact that used to 'write lists about writing lists'. I'm not even sure I know how this works, but apparently I used to do it.
So, that said, it has been used as my coping method since I got to uni-and actually before I moved. Currently I can count about 3 different lists I have on the go, and am about to start writing another. To Do lists, reading lists, shopping lists- the list (ha) is endless!
Did I just write another list about lists?
I feel like I have my life in order when I write the lists. I don't necessarily have to cross a lot of them off in one day, but just having it in front of me gives me a guideline, a motivation. I can already tell that lists are going to be my saviour in uni.

Week 1: Freshers Flu

I'm just over halfway through my first week in Manchester, and I'm bed ridden with a cold. I have gone out every night this week already, and it seems that freshers flu has come around a little early for me. Keen to see the bright side in every situation, however, it has given me the opportunity to reflect on what has happened so far.

The power of social networking

Making friends is always everyones first worry when it comes to university, and Facebook helps this concern out massively. The university english department set up a Facebook page for all first years to join and ask any questions that they had. This made it a lot easier to be able to see the the of people that were on my course, and get to know some people before I even got there. I noticed that one girl had said that she felt like she was already behind on the reading list, which made me feel a lot better because I felt exactly the same. I added her and we got chatting about the course and the reading list, and we became friends almost instantly. We arranged for us to both go out on the first night, which we did, and it really broke the ice. It meant that we both had someone to go to the welcome lecture with on the monday morning, and it set my mind at ease.

Great Expectations

Having said my rather emotional goodbyes with everybody, and with the car packed to burst it was time to start my journey- literally and figuratively. Having spent almost 4 hours in the car, by the time I got to Manchester I was a ball of nerves (and busting for the loo). There was a mis-hap with my accommodation and rather than being in the commercialised, university halls I had to go into private halls, which means I share a flat with 2nd, 3rd and postgrad students. I was definitely worried about this, but I figured that U would just venture into another flat to find fellow first years. 

However, as soon as I got here it became apparent that this would be harder than anticipated. These private halls are a million miles away from what I expected, and everyone seems to keep themself to themselves. The girls in my flat are really nice- well the ones that I have met are! They hardly come out of their rooms, though and so it is hard, near impossible, to socialise with them. Whilst dis-heartening, I wasn't too worried because I figured I would meet so many other people in uni that I could just go out with them. So, tired but excited to start uni, on the monday morning me and Hannah (Facebook friend) went in to meet the rest of the people on the course. I don't really know what I was expecting, perhaps that I would walk into a room and people would surround me and that we would instantly be best friends, but the reality was incredibly sobering. I struggled my way through 4 or so hours of lectures, personal tutor groups and a bit of waiting around before I returned to my flat and sobbed. I hadn't met many people, and those I had met either didn't want to go out much or had their own group of friends (i.e their flatmates) to go out with. I felt completely alone, and that I had just made the biggest mistake of my life. After a motivational talk from my mum 'keep smiling, and go for a walk' I decided that it wasn't the end of the world. It was, after all, only my first full day in Manchester. I think it was the prospect of spending the night alone in my room that made me so upset, and the thought that this was what it would be like. However, shortly after getting off the phone to my mum, a girl who i had met earlier that day text me asking me if i wanted to go out with her and her flatmates. I did, of course, take her up on that offer. We went to a gig, which i thought would be really busy and full of freshers but it turned out to be rather empty, and not a freshers event at all. I was tired, over emotional and out of my comfort zone, so I called it a night and decided that tomorrow was a new day.

Moving on up 

The next morning I made the effort to put on my best smile and force myself to be confident, chatty and inquisitive. For people in the uni halls they made friends naturally, my situation meant that I would have to be more pro-active about it. Now I've been out every night of this week and have been shopping in the city centre with new friends (i have also already opted out of a planned welcome session for my course to go and get drunk in the pub with Hannah). I'm glad to say that although it was a bad start, the best is yet to come for sure. 

Putting my relationship to the test

Moving nearly 200 miles away is hard enough, but it's made that bit harder when I have a boyfriend to think about. being a writer is my ultimate dream, and Manchester is the best place for this to happen. Sacrifices have to be made, and not being able to see my boyfriend every day is one of them. By far, saying goodbye to him was the hardest thing to have to do, but I know that he supports me in what i'm doing, and has done everything he can to help me so far. Already i have doubted whether I am doing the right thing, but only time will tell. 

Introduction

Hi, allow me to introduce myself!
I'm lucy and I've just started uni in manchester. I live in cardiff, so the 200 mile move was no mean feat. I am just commensing freshers, and before I moved I thought it would be a good idea to document my first term in uni, living away from my usual crowd. I made a vow with myself to be brutaly and plainly honest about my experience- good and bad!
I decided to write this blog to allow all of my friends, family and blog readers to be able to see whats realy going on with me up here. This means I will talk about the course itself (english and creative writing) the people I meet, adjusting to living in a new place and how i cope living in a different city to my boyfriend, closest friends and family. It's the nitty-gritty student life dirt, if you will!
More to follow!