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.