Commuting VS Living at Uni

So I'm writing this from the comfort of my bed at home in B73, Sutton Coldfield, Birmingham, 0121.

I've been living away from home, at uni, for about 2 months now. In September I commuted to uni. A 2 hour commute mate. From when I left my house, to when I got to uni it took 2 hours. I honestly don't know how I did it. Well tbf I didn't. As explained in a previous post it didn't help my mental health and my attendance at uni wasn't the best. I tried my hardest to be at uni when required and that's all I could have done.

So I decided I had to make a change, because I didn't think I could have carried on that way, leaving the house at 6am then getting home 12-13 hours later some days.

Me and Lucy had started looking for a house for next toward the end of last term and joined a page on Facebook where people would post spare rooms in their houses or rooms that they were selling for this year. One night Lucy sent me a screenshot of a room a girl was selling because she didn't want it anymore. It didn't take much for me to know it was the right decision and the next day I went to view it and my Mom had paid the deposit. And then after Christmas I was moved in just before we went to New York.

The main reason I moved to Nottingham was so that I'd be able to focus on my studies, so that I could go and do work in between lectures and seminars, when the day was finished I could go back to my flat and do more work or go to the library, group projects wouldn't be an issue for me anymore as I could meet up whenever needed and I'd be able to improve my attendance.

I also wanted to get away from Birmingham, as much as I love my family, my home, my friends and my city a lot of things happened over the last year that I needed to get away from. It was, and still does, at times, take the love I have for my city and coming home, away. Which saddens me.

Nottingham isn't my favourite place in the world but it's kind of like a detox from the shitty reminders I get when I come home. I tried to put it into words to my Mom, but couldn't, but now I think I've found the words. If I could remove all the bad memories, the bad people that have hurt me, the things that upset me, the places that give me reminders of things and just 'exist' with my family and my friends in the city that I love so much, life would be perfect. But as I've said before life isn't perfect, and it's the things that seem so awful that make you grow stronger as a person in the long- run.

I do enjoy 'the uni life', I kinda of already lived it when I was at home. I turned 18 in December 2017 so I've been able to go out, get drunk, make mistakes, get in at 7am the next morning, make friends with strangers in the toilet but like 2 years now. So going to uni didn't bring that kind of 'freedom' for me. It's nice to be able to run on your own schedule and not being told what to do but what I do quite enjoy is the independence. Cooking for myself, waking myself up, cleaning, doing the shopping and just being responsible. It makes me really appreciate Penny Perry a lot. Shouts to you Marj.

So, to conclude that lengthy blog post on commuting vs living at uni. Bitch we knew from the day I even viewed the flat it would be living in Notts. But sad little old me, sounding like a right nerd has done it so she can get more work done hehe lol x