I remember so clearly the first day of going to my university halls to move my stuff in. I was sitting squashed up in the back seat of my mum’s old car with a freezing cold 2 pint of semi-skinned milk pressed up against my leg from my first food shop, along with nearly everything I owned. My stuff was unloaded and I said goodbye to my parents. That was over 3 years ago and now I'm back home and fully moved out of my final student house. How time flies.
Of course since then I have gone home many times, but I do appreciate having moved out of London to Reading. I have learnt so many things about living life, work environments, people, how to actually live with people who are not my family and how to handle situations that I feel I wouldn't have fully experienced if I didn't leave home.
Renting, bills, organising, compromising, confronting, time management, cooking, budgeting, shopping, working, dealing with a hangover after having one too many snakebites at the Student Union. All these things I have experienced first-hand I feel has set me up with lifelong skills that everyone will need in the future (especially dealing with the snakebite hangovers). I didn't actually realise how much Wifi cost until I moved into a student house, and that thinking and choosing what to have for dinner becomes the most tedious thing in your whole life. (Thanks Mum for thinking about what to have for dinner every night when I lived at home) I also didn't realise how messy and filthy other people my age could be too until I went to uni but I guess you learn something new every day.
All the experiences I have had have shaped me differently as a person. Me back in September 2015 moving in with my 2 pint of semi-skinned milk is not the same me moving out with my clothes drying rack in June 2019. Jokes aside, the experience of moving out for university was the best thing for me to grow as an adult and learn life skills I will need for the future and I cannot compare it to anything else.
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