As I am writing this, I can feel lots of butterflies moving around in my stomach, as I struggle to even sip on the tea I’ve made myself. The word nervous doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel about tomorrow, my moving out day. Don’t get me wrong, I’m really excited, but the stress of having to start somewhere completely new is getting to me.
The last few nights have been sleepless ones for me, as I’ve conjured up every scenario for my first day at University. I’ve been biting the inside of my mouth, without realising, every time I go over my list of things to pack, and I’ve had to switch my daily dose of coffee to something less caffeinated (otherwise the anxiety would be a lot more intense). I’m sure this all sounds very silly to some of you who find meeting new people a breeze, but for me it’s all very overwhelming.
I keep telling myself that in a couple of months Nottingham will feel like my home, and I’ll be completely settled in. It’s just the transitioning phase that scares me; having to make new friends, explore a new area, and adjust to a new style of life. I’ve been attempting to contradict any negative thoughts I have by reminding myself of all the reasons I applied for University in the first place: taking a languages course, having the opportunity to study abroad, and (eventually) gain the appropriate qualifications to become a teacher. These thoughts have comforted me, and I’ll continue to remind myself of them tonight, when I wake up from another nightmare about my University accommodation.
As an Army brat, moving has never been an unfamiliar thing for me, as this will be the 7th time that I have moved. Despite perfecting my packing and unpacking skills, the thought of starting somewhere new still terrifies me.
Although I’m looking forward to meeting new people, I am glad that I will have one familiar face close by. My best friend and I will only be an hour away from each other (the closest we’ve been in 5 years)! This means that day trips and weekend visits will be a lot easier than the previous 2 hour journey we had to take.
I am a mixture of nerves and excitement, and honestly I can’t wait to move in tomorrow! I’m looking forward to documenting my time at University, and telling you all about my Freshers week (I’m sure I’ll have lots of drunk stories).