Although I have no resolutions for 2016, I am expecting a great change in my life very soon. In a week or two, I will be going back to university.
‘Marvellous’ you may be thinking ‘All the independence of life away from home! The hazy, carefree days of youth! The long nights out! A body so fresh and new, it’s practically immune to hangovers!’
Well, there’s some truth in that.
However, at my uni, we’re catered - so we don’t have to cook for ourselves, or go food-shopping. Our rooms are cleaned for us once a week. The bins are taken out every other day.
I ought to be grateful for these luxuries, and I am, because it means that we can study and go out without having to worry about whether we’ve missed the rubbish collection, or what we’re having for dinner.
But I’ve always known that I wanted to be a grown-up. I remember arguing with my Mum when I was 13 (sorry Muuuum), and screaming at her that all I wanted was to be ten years older. I wanted a job, and a flat, and all the trimmings. The trimmings, I know, are incredibly boring – having to do your taxes, get the radiators fixed, pull bits of pasta out of the kitchen sink etc – but I’ve always wanted to have that independence. Independence is being able to look after yourself on your own, and having the freedom to do so.
So the transition back to university life, after 6 weeks of having a job and doing my own thing again, might be a little tricky. Maybe it’s just ‘going back to school’ blues, but whatever it is, I’ll have to bring more home comforts for my second term.
I’ll be packing my ridiculous dinosaur onesie. My fairy lights. My favourite mugs.
And so, armed with an extensive collection of fluffy toys and bedding, all I can say is: Bring on second term.