Its that time of year again, where summer is coming to an end and going back to education is on the horizon. I’m heading into my second year of university in a couple of weeks time (can you even believe it), so I thought this post might be appropriate.
University was never really on the cards for me, until I got to my final year of sixth form and I sort of went… ‘oh shit, what am I supposed to do with my life’, that I decided to have a look into uni as an option. I knew if I was going to study further, I wanted to do a creative subject. Luckily enough for me, my local uni is actually an arts based university, so they only offer creative subjects. I went along to one of their open days and had a good look at photography as thats what I was most interested in. Honestly, I instantly fell in love with the course, the facilities and the people who ran it and knew that I wanted to go there.
So anyway, enough about how I decided that I wanted to go there and more about what its like being a ‘live at home’ student. I think it surprises a lot of people when I say that I go to university but still live at home with my family. Questions such as, ‘what about the freedom’ or ‘what about the nightlife’ pop up in conversation and to be honest, I don’t care about either of those. As for the freedom thing, yeah it would be nice to do my own thing and maybe learn how to cook properly or do my washing, but my mental health doesn’t allow it. Because my anxiety has its ups and downs, living away from home never seemed like a good idea to me. I just wasn’t ready but thats okay.
I think the most worrying thing with being a live at home student, comes in first year. I remember last year, being so worried that everybody else would have already made friends in halls/accommodation, that’d I’d be completely left out because I didn’t have that experience. Turns out that wasn’t the case and even if people had made friends within their halls, they were still super friendly and welcoming. I managed to make friends and everybody on my course was so nice, that I really had nothing to worry about after all.
Being a stay at home student doesn’t mean you aren’t doing the uni life properly or anything like that, you’re just doing it a way that works for you.
So here’s to my second year of commuting into uni and enjoying all the home cooked meals!