The saddening fact of finally moving out from halls is hitting me like a train wreck. Being the first to arrive and the last one to leave almost gives it the same feeling as I had when I left home to come to University in September, I've become accustomed to living independently (albeit for the financial support from my parents) and I'd also like to think that I was the pioneer of this flat, having braved it out on my own for so long, and only going home during the designated holidays.
Actually living on my own for the first time wasn't something that daunted me, I don't quite know why that is, but I never had a nervous sentiment towards having to take full control of my life which up to that point consisted of eating and sleeping whilst my parents did the rest. That's probably why it's ridiculously hard to just up and go, it's a cruel cycle of where you pay £x to know that you'll be leaving come the summertime, and on top of that, the events that often ensue in a student flat are something to be laughed at that will probably happen time and time again until Graduation. The smallest things such as washing turn into an almost post-apocalyptic battle of seeking justice and retribution along with bringing down the culprit who has left their plates unwashed since the start of term, but contrastingly no one lifts a finger after a night out when the flat door can't be closed due to an abundance of food containers from "Istanbul Fried Chicken" and bottles of cheap booze emblazoned with lacklustre labels stating: "the finest Shandy... in Scarborough". The system of student living is flawed in almost all aspects, which is why it's one of the best times of peoples' lives, since there's room for errors to be made, and you can get away with literally anything (apart from murder, that's not a route I'd suggest you go down during your time as a student, or ever really)
Peace.
Actually living on my own for the first time wasn't something that daunted me, I don't quite know why that is, but I never had a nervous sentiment towards having to take full control of my life which up to that point consisted of eating and sleeping whilst my parents did the rest. That's probably why it's ridiculously hard to just up and go, it's a cruel cycle of where you pay £x to know that you'll be leaving come the summertime, and on top of that, the events that often ensue in a student flat are something to be laughed at that will probably happen time and time again until Graduation. The smallest things such as washing turn into an almost post-apocalyptic battle of seeking justice and retribution along with bringing down the culprit who has left their plates unwashed since the start of term, but contrastingly no one lifts a finger after a night out when the flat door can't be closed due to an abundance of food containers from "Istanbul Fried Chicken" and bottles of cheap booze emblazoned with lacklustre labels stating: "the finest Shandy... in Scarborough". The system of student living is flawed in almost all aspects, which is why it's one of the best times of peoples' lives, since there's room for errors to be made, and you can get away with literally anything (apart from murder, that's not a route I'd suggest you go down during your time as a student, or ever really)
Peace.
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