Stop Eagerly Awaiting Friday

As a short disclaimer, I don’t intend for this post to be insensitive or ignorant towards anybody that may be struggling for any reason. If anything I hope to encourage happiness in all of you that do read this. 

As I’m sure many of you are aware after so much complaining, often on this blog; I’m at an annoying age in which I’m constantly questioning my next step in life. Never truly living in the moment or appreciating what I have and always worrying that I’m not doing enough, not seeing enough or that I’m not as far ahead as I should be.

A month ago I realised that I was overlooking so much that is brilliant in my life and is a cause for celebration everyday. So with this in mind, I decided to film a second from a blissful moment of each day for the month of September – so that I could finally see the joy in the little things and stop focusing so much on what ifs and worries.

 

I realise now that whether it’s a night with friends, a relaxed evening in or just seeing puppies in the street – there is happiness to be found in the smallest things & it is around us every single day.

 

 

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Dear Rugby

I feel like I need to watch Garden State and drink three bottles of gin before I write this. Just to get in the right mood you know. 

SO, I contemplated a ton of different structures for this post and I was gonna do a good ol’ fashioned listicle but decided I just needed a babble instead. As many of you will know (because I’ve whined about it for a year) I moved back to my hometown in August. London ate all of my time and resources so I ran away to drink gin in a field with my friends and travel around Italy.

After returning from my little adventure I reluctantly spent a few months in Rugby town, thinking that it would be the worst decision of my life. Much to my surprise, it turned out to be fantastic. I managed to reconnect with so many of the people I love, I laughed a lot at my own stupidity and I got a job in the friendliest pub I’ve ever entered. It was great.

As February rolled around I knew that it was time to leave so I scoured the internet for a new job in Brighton. Luck, fate or sheer coincidence was on my side as I managed to find a job that is perfect and I couldn’t be happier with it. However, this meant leaving my cosy home and everyone I love behind. I was under the impression that when it came to the time that I left Rugby I’d skip to the train station, shrieking with joy and flipping off everybody that I left behind. Oh, I could not have been more wrong.

I stumbled to the station, sweating out months of alcohol abuse and wondering how I was going to get through the day without my little gang. If truth be told, I’m still unsure. It’s the best and worst thing about living in a small town – everybody knows everybody.

Although this means gossip, pointless fighting and strange, almost incestual relationships – it also means that you constantly have somebody by your side. Whether it’s to go for a pint or to cry on when you’ve had enough. You become part of a beautiful, close-knit family that you’ll never find anywhere else. The people that know everything about you and still love you endlessly.

Do they irritate you so much that at times you can’t stand to see their face? Well, obviously. But it’s all irrelevant when it’s 5am and you’re screaming along to the songs that you used to love when you were 15.

Maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve known each other for a decade and you have so many memories of being young and dumb together. Perhaps it’s just security and comfort. I haven’t really decided yet. Whatever the reason for it, I couldn’t be happier that it’s part of who I am.

So this is my confession that I would have refused to believe 6 months ago. I love my silly small town, I love my friends more than anything in the world and I LOVE MIDAS LOUNGE. (I mean, I’ve always loved you lot but Midas really did come as a surprise.)

I’m really going to attempt to get my blogging hat on again and be a bit more frequent but I always say this and am useless. Hope you didn’t hate the ramble, it’s a reflection of my brain at the mo. I’m really happy to be back in Brighton but there will always be a part of me that misses home.

 

A positive spin on 2016 (if you can believe it)

I feel as though 2016 will be known as the devil year for a very long time. So many terrible things have happened in the past 12 months, I’m unable to keep count of them. I found myself lost in thought on a train a few weeks back and started to think of positive things that have happened to me this year and without meaning to brag, it really hasn’t been THAT BAD. In many ways, this year has ruined me. So much has happened and everything in my life has changed. Thankfully, some of the events of 2016 have been fantastic and it’s always better to focus on the positives. So here are some of the nicer things that happened to me during this Black Mirror year…

I left England for the very first time,

Sadly, until I was 21 years old I’d spent my entire life in the UK. For years I’d been desperate to get out but time, money and a fear of the unknown held me back. It wasn’t until February of this year that I finally hopped on a flight to Budapest. I was what can only be describe as a fear-ridden zombie walking through the airport, I cried on the plane, the air hostess had to calm me down. It was all very embarrassing, particularly after ten minutes in which I realised flying is nothing to be worried about, if anything it’s pretty boring. Not to mention, the Hunger Games is hard to enjoy when you can see a woman in your peripherals praying you won’t have a panic attack.

I stepped off the plane expecting the air to feel different, inhaled deeply and my nose filled with the stench of fuel. In the same holiday I travelled over to Vienna; went ice-skating, fell and cut my head open. I had to get stitches and acted as though they were amputating my leg. It was definitely a holiday for firsts.

 

I decided to try out veganism…

…and it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made! I finally have a healthy relationship with food and I feel so much better in myself. It may sound silly because for many people veganism is simply not eating animal products but I feel as though it changes your everyday life, it’s inspired me to be healthier and aware of what I’m putting in my body (unfortunately meaning I’m also more aware of all of the bad stuff!) Veganism has undoubtedly had a positive impact on my life and has introduced an abundance of fantastic food into my very accepting tummy (I love you tofu scramble, never leave me.)

 

I got published by Cosmopolitan,

Fast forward to April and I had my first internship at Cosmopolitan Magazine. It was quite literally a dream come true and the entire experience was unreal. Particularly when they decided to publish my work! If you fancy having a nose at it, click here.

 

I faced many fears, 

When I started University I was hit with a crippling angst and for years I purposefully avoided events, activities and people. I dodged absolutely everything I could, whether it was the dentist or simple activities like swimming. .

This year I entered in the sea for the first time since I was 8 years old, I went to one of the biggest (scariest) waterparks in the world AND I even visited the dentist without crying. I know that these are simple everyday tasks but after years of not even being able to be myself in a room full of my friends – I’m so proud of where I’m at.
I spent a FANTASTIC weekend at Boomtown with my pals,

I’d just returned home after spending 4 years away from Rugby and drifting away from so many of my friends. Being able to spend time with them at arguably the best place in the world was unreal. I’m pretty sure I’ve never laughed as much as I did throughout the course of that weekend.
I travelled around Italy with my best gal, 

I’m still in shock that we stuck to a drunken plan, I had been dying to go to Italy since seeing the Lizzie McGuire movie in 2003 and it was even better than I could have imagined. The food was everything. It was undoubtedly one of the prettiest places I’ve ever seen and spending time with Jen after a year of living apart was perfect. I literaly think about it every single day, if you ever see me looking at my phone, I’m not contacting anyone, I’m looking at pictures of food from Italy (okay food from everywhere, but they are the closest to my heart.)

 

I went to see Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

and it was AMAZING. Still not over it, probably never will be. I really want to write more about it but I don’t want to be the person who spoils it for you. Nobody deserves that.

 

My blog had it’s year-aversairy

I can’t believe that I’m still posting on this blog nearly a year and a half later. I remember sitting in my third year bedroom, terrified for the future and itching to get some of my angst out. Furiously typing with no idea of where I was going with my babble. I like to think it’s gotten better over time but I’m probably far too self-critical. The main thing is that even though I post every once in a blue moon and spend half my time berating myself for failing to write anything – I’m still here and people are still reading what I have to say. This makes me a very happy person and hopefully in the New Year I will stop neglecting my little blog and develop it further.

 

I think it’s easy to dwell on the harder times in our lives, it’s simpler to get frustrated with what we can’t change and accept that everything is crap. But I truly believe that if we all took five minutes out of our day to think about the brilliant things that happen in our daily lives, we’d all be much happier people.

Happy New Year friends, here’s hoping it’s a good one!

 

22 Things I’ve Learnt in 22 Years

Things are about to get cheesy and unoriginal up in here.

As I’ve entered the 23rd year of  my life I’ve been feeling extremely nostalgic. Something you may have realised from my last post. Naturally I went home, popped on The Black Parade and began to think about how I have grown throughout the years. Now I’m not saying that I’m a wise soul, almost all of my ‘knowledge’ has come from drunken moments and Buzzfeed articles – but isn’t that the case for all of us? Here are the only pearls of wisdom I could find after years of zoning out of conversations and thinking about what I’ll be having for dinner.

1. Stop looking back and worrying about your mistakes or regrets.

I feel as if this is one of those clichés that you’re always going to realise when it’s too late. I don’t know if it’s just because I’m super neurotic but I’m pretty sure everybody overthinks their past and the things they wish they’d changed. As annoying and unhelpful as it is, there’s no reversing the past – you have to just move on and stop overthinking.

2. You will get addicted to avocados in your twenties.

I hate myself for even writing this but it’s so true that I just have to spread the word. You might not think that it will happen to you, but it really, really will. You may think you dislike them, heck you may have only eaten one in your lifetime. You have to trust me when I say that one day you’ll kick yourself at the sight of an inedible avocado – before running to the shop to find another because you need it.

3. No matter who you are or what you believe – there will always be someone that disagrees with them.

There are so many people on this marvellous planet, we’re bound to have some conflicting opinions. As long as people aren’t forcing their beliefs on others or causing anyone else harm then I can’t see why we can’t be one big disagreeing family.

4. Friends really are hard to find

I’m not talking about someone that you can go to the pub with, or grab a coffee and catch up on gossip. I’m talking about a person that knows you inside and out, is part of your family and you couldn’t even begin to imagine living without. When I was younger I was obsessed with the idea of being friends with everybody, I couldn’t stand the idea of being disliked, so I tried to befriend every single person that I met. Don’t get me wrong – these were some fantastic years in which I was surrounded by wonderful people. But it wasn’t until years later that I realised that 90% of my friends back then knew nothing about me. My long and unexplained point is that it’s definitely better to develop a deeper friendship with someone than spend your time bouncing around hanging out with whoever you see. But you do you, bro.

5. There will be some people that you just don’t get on with

This could just be me but I’m pretty sure it’s completely normal and doesn’t mean that you’re the worst person. Some people just don’t get on, you’ll survive.

6. Destiny’s child is proven to make you feel better. Destiny’s Child and rum.

Even typing this is making me want to dance around to Survivor with all of the strawberry daiquiris.

7. Food is not the enemy

I spent so many years worrying about everything that I ate and the effect it would have on my body. From such a young age I restricted things from my diet, counted calories and felt guilty about eating certain things. It wasn’t until I was older that I realised that dieting will never work. There is no need for restriction when we can live healthy and happy lives whilst eating great food.

8. Nightclubs that stay open past 5am are almost never good, especially if they open at 4. Unless you enjoy crowded smoking areas, sleazy men and sick burps.

9. Nothing good can ever come of bitching over the internet.

You’re not being discreet, you’re just hurting people around you instead of discussing it with them like adults.

10. There are times where people have to be selfish and do what is best for them. 

Unfortunately this can be hard to remember if their actions don’t work in your favour.

11. Sometimes, tequila is a great idea

It will always get you too drunk, but it will be the best kind of drunk. Cracking open a fresh bottle of wine at 4am is a bad idea- one that you absolutely must experience.

12. Some day’s the only thing that will make you feel better (apart from DC and rum) is 5,000 calories.

I won’t rest until I eat all of the ice cream.

13.  As much as you may hate your teenage body and pray that you looked differently – puberty will come around.

Before you know it you’ll be ten pounds lighter thinking back to how cute you used to be. And if not, f**k it – you got through teenage angst, you’re basically a warrior.

14. Your spots will stick around though, they’re not going anywhere.

And you should probably stop putting weird chemicals on your face in a bid to make them disappear.

15. It’s better to feel sluggish for one day than abandon your sanity and dedicate your life to working.

Downtime and having fun is just as important for your mental health as success, as long as you maintain a balance.

16. Parental figures come in many forms, you may find that you gain about 12.

17. Never let fear stand in the way of fun – standing on the sidelines watching people live their lives is so much worse than the anxious feeling in your stomach.

18. Hobbies are a good thing

Becoming a TV riddled zombie that sits for 8 hours watching something they’re not even interested in is not.

19. Your health is worth spending money on

When I was younger I remember being annoyed that I had to start paying for cough medicine, plasters and vapour rub. I guess when you’re 18 years old and all you care about is high waisted jeans and cigarettes, being healthy can seem like a burden.

20. Being “Cool” isn’t cool

I like to think everyone worried about being SUPER COOL when they were younger – I look back and I’m pretty sure it consumed my every thought. It wasn’t until I was far too old for it not to be embarrassing that I realised that trying to be cool is the least cool thing you can do. Basically what I’m trying to say is that I realised I’m actually really cool naturally, so I just stopped trying y’know.

21. Everyone grows hair and poops.

This is something that haunted my every moment whilst growing up, in fact I’m still not really too comfortable writing about it now. I remember trying to cover my leg hair and thinking I’d actually die if anyone ever knew that I pooped. THANK GOD I realised that neither of these things matter. Everyone is a bit gross, so the fact that I’m a complete minger is okay.

22. You’ll always find it hard to take your own advice

I’m pretty sure I’ll never be able to listen to what I say to all of my friends – I like to think I’m quite good at the ol’ advice giving, yet I still get myself into stupid situations, silly fights and awful subscription services. I guess it’s easier to think clearly if you’re looking from the outside.

 

Things that I completely overlooked when planning my dream adult life

In short, adulthood sucks and I really want a puppy. The usual really. 

We’ve all been there, 12 years old and planning our dream lives. Mansions in the centre of an ultra-hip city, constant parties and somehow simultaneously, a loving family. Adulthood seemed like the ultimate goal, the prime of our lives – a time in which everything finally slotted into place and life was easy. A thought that seems laughable the second you turn 21. Don’t get me wrong, being a (pretend) adult is great but there are a bloody lot of things I can’t be bothered to do – and I spend half my time wishing I had zero responsibilities and was completely void of bills. I saw a similar post to this by Lauren Rellis and immediately began thinking about my own teenage hopes and dreams.It’s funny to look back and think of what I thought my life would be when I was younger – and even funnier when I think of all of the things I completely forgot about, or more accurately had no idea about, when daydreaming about my glory days.

I’m sure I’m not the only person that thought that adult life would be a series of mature conversations in suave cocktail bars, when in reality it appears to be necking a bottle of £5 wine and complaining about the mould in our houses. Perhaps everything will come up Millhouse, perhaps I’ll get my dream mansion, petting zoo and flock of adoring fans – or perhaps I’ll spend the rest of my days scrolling through Just-Eat desperate for fries at 2am. Either way, it made me chuckle to think of then and now – so I’d thought I’d share it with you all so we can laugh together at my naïve hopes and dreams.

Rent 

Let’s just get this one out of the way at the beginning. My dream house was going to have 30 bedrooms, an indoor pool, a giant garden for my hoards of animals and a home cinema. Not once did I think about the career in the mainstream music business that I’d have to pursue to ever afford this (that’s a lie I definitely wanted to be the next Beyoncé.) My point is, there is probably no career I could pursue within my lifetime that will ever allow me to own Claire Castle. Not to mention, as I’ve grown older it’s become apparent to me that living in a giant house would actually be horrible – all of the unexplainable noises and the vast amount of cleaning just isn’t worth it. I think I’ll probably stick to Claire Condo – or at this rate, Claire’s room in a house-share with 4 other people. 

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Living in one building with all of my friends 

As I got slightly older of course I had the typical adolescent thought and wanted to move into one building with all of my BFFL’s. Now, this is a fantastic idea, there are no negatives to this situation. Unfortunately there is just no feasible way that enough people could move out of one building so that me and all my pals could move in. (Of course I mean approximately the 10 friends that I have – but it’s still not very likely.)

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Landing your dream job – with ease 

I had definitely watched far too many films of cutesy twenty-somethings stumbling into an assistant job straight out of uni, impressing their boss and getting the job of their dreams within a year. Of course the sad reality of this is that after leaving uni you’re thrown into a section of cyberspace that’s filled with hundreds of other 2:1 wielding graduates that have seen the same  fictional characters living the dream.

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Staying in touch with your pals

Expecting to keep in touch with all of your friends was something every teenager seemed to think would happen naturally – I remember me and my best friends way back when  discussing that our parents had about three friends, a concept that was completely surreal and nightmarish to us. Little did we know that we’d spend 80% of our time working and the other 20% trying to catch up on sleep. Maybe if we’d found that giant building that we could all move into I’d still be dancing around to You Me At Six right now. Well dancing around, with friends to You Me At Six right now.

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Spending time in fancy bars, sipping cocktails and looking v. sophisticated 

This is probably the only one I’ve come close to, although instead of fancy bars it’s a Be At One at happy hour, and instead of looking v. sophisticated I’m dancing to Mambo No. 5.

Having a lush indoor pool 

In my head when I was younger, having a pool in my house meant that I’d made it in life – I could die happy, my wake could be a super cool pool party. I imagined spending days lounging by the pool, sipping on some fruit punch and thinking about how simple and relaxing life was. All was well until adulthood came along – leaving me a pool-less loser that can hardly afford my local leisure centre.

 

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Owning 20 dogs 

This is something I still refuse to believe. I used to want a “Puppy Palace” more than anything in the world. When I say used to I mean, up until about a year ago. Heck, it’s what I still want today. Let me paint this image for you, a puppy palace is a big sparkly building that is full of all of my puppies and they’re all treated like royalty. I’m sure you can see why this one is hard to let go of. Unfortunately –and I am legitimately sad whilst typing this- I just don’t have time for my puppy palace. (Or an appropriate income of course.) I’m pretty sure I don’t have time for one perfect canine friend.

Magically having perfect skin 

I can’t remember what made me think this, maybe just sheer hope, but somewhere in my brain I was convinced that bad skin was something that mystically disappeared as soon as you turned 20. I spent years of my spotty teenage life eagerly awaiting the day that I’d wake up with what can only be described as the skin of a goddess. However I’m almost 22 years old and I’m still sporting blemishes and some impressively red cheeks.

It’s so strange to think of what I thought adulthood was when I was younger, I think I speak for many when I say – I was pretty sure it was a constant party and money-fest. There’s something bittersweet about looking back on the past and your perception of life, in knowing that although some things didn’t go to plan and you’re not living it up Elle Woods style – there are so many other things that you learn to appreciate. I’d like to think child-Claire would be happy with where I am and who I’ve become, but knowing her she’d probably just complain and ask for a puppy.

Dear Claiireyy…

Over the next few years you’re going to worry so much about who you are and what you’re meant to be doing with your life, this is futile. Worrying about it isn’t gonna get you anyway and it sure as hell isn’t going to help you find what you’re looking for. Everything will just fall into place so just calm down and do whatever makes you happy.

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You are not fat. You’re going to spend a lot of time worrying about your size without realising that you’re wasting valuable time. I’d love to tell you that all of this body angst will magically disappear and you’ll become confident in your own skin but you won’t – not completely. Instead you’ll learn a very important lesson, it doesn’t bloody matter. Anyone that is worth your time won’t care that you’re always gonna have a bit of chub and your skin will never be perfect. Embrace your chubby cheeks and get that hair out of your eyes.

Stop wearing one blue shoe and one orange shoe. I know you think you’re being funny or quirky but you look like an idiot – and people will remind you about it in the future. While we’re on this note, stop wearing every single accessory that you own and covering your face in make-up; try and learn how to apply it properly, 21 year old you would appreciate it very much.

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Quit worrying that you’re too immature and that you should be wearing tight dresses and heels. You’re 15. You’re meant to wear boys t-shirts and unflattering jeans. In a few years you’ll be gutted that you can’t anymore and while you’re running to job interviews in shoes that are killing you, I can guarantee you’ll be thinking about the cushioned hightops with the mixtape print. Stop comparing yourself to other people. I know it’s tough but you need to stop beating yourself up about it and just focus on you. Jealousy isn’t pretty and it gets you nowhere.

Stereotypes are stupid and the minute you stop thinking about them you’ll be happier. That person that you’re nervous to talk to because they’re “chavvy,” they are excellent and don’t deserve your judgements. Stop listening to the idiots in your class – they’ll be saying the same thing in a few years. Just be yourself and treat everyone how you’d like to be treated. Stop denying your love for Beyonce.

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Do some arts and crafts or something – go swimming! I know it may seem time consuming and that you think none of that stuff interests you but you will enjoy it and you’ll be spending your time productively. Also, start sharing your writing right now. I don’t care if it’s stupid and you’re worried about what people will say – do it. You have so much free time, take advantage of it!

Think more about your actions. You might be hurting people without even realising, I know it’s easy to be self centered when things get stressful but try and be more attentive to other people’s feelings.

Give your Nan a thousand cuddles and have a real conversation with her every day. Ask her about her past, tell her how much she means to you and confide in her more. You’ll be full of regret if you don’t.

Pay more attention in school, I know it may seem dull and I’m sure that Aisha has something brilliant to say but wait until lunch, otherwise you’ll be an adult that has no idea what photosynthesis is. When you are with your friends cherish them. There will come a time where you won’t see them every day and you’ll miss being crammed into that tiny corner that definitely can’t accommodate 12 people.

Sit next to Sammy on the bus to Starlight Express, she’ll never let you forget it if you don’t.

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Pick up the litter in Caldecott. Even if it’s not yours, it looks awful and is just plain rude.

Stop blaming Rugby for everything, I know it’s not exactly Disneyland but it’s given you a good start and some fantastic people, you’ll miss it when you’re gone. This is your time to run around like an idiot without a care in the world so make the most of it!

Don’t let fear stop you from doing everything – as you get older it will consume you and it’s your job to tell it to bugger off. You have nothing to be scared of. Your paranoia will do nothing but stop you from having fun, so stop being a loser, loser.

Everything else is down to you and don’t worry, you do okay. When things get too much and you’re huffing and puffing, not knowing what to do or how to stay positive just remember that there are always going to be sunny days where you can sit with the wonderful people in your life and feel tipsy after one Morgan’s and Lemonade. I know better than anyone that you are dramatic, you exaggerate everything and you have days where you’re impossible to be around – once you learn to control that and just relax you’ll be a lot happier. Finally, you should always listen to Jaide – you’ll have some of the best experiences of your life.

Check out Daniel Fellowes Flickr for more embarrassing photos of me when I was 15 and other lovely pictures that he has taken! 

Good day, real world!

As I avoid measuring my chest, head and height in order to purchase appropriate graduation attire I can’t help but think of the journey I am about to embark on. I have always been a nostalgic person, constantly looking back at excellent memories and unfixable regrets, so I thought I’d document my University experiences and feelings throughout the past three years.

I moved to Brighton, a severely unconfident girl with no idea how to look after myself or cope with any kind of stress. I had twenty pounds in my pocket, far too many Adam Sandler DVD’s and absolutely no idea what would be install for me at University. Making friends was much easier than I had imagined and in no time I was crammed into a tiny Halls of Residence bedroom playing Mario Kart with three people that quickly became my close friends. (An absolutely wild first year, I’m sure you can imagine) But once again I was looking into the past; missing home terribly and questioning whether University was the right decision for me.

We eventually ascended into the second year, moving into the worst house imaginable. A rest-home for an array of mould, fungus and vermin. It was in this year that I realised I should take some responsibility over my life, which in retrospect is funny as this was the year I spent trollied and spending way too much money on things I did not need. I got my first job and met a ton of new people. I realised that humans weren’t so scary and began to talk to people without being an awkward mess. I met someone to embark on adventures with, a sense of security in a world that seemed so unstable. I finally felt settled in Brighton although I still felt conflicted about Uni and began to develop my own ideas about education, concluding that we are all very different – the structure and methods of education don’t work for everyone and perhaps I was one of those people! Regardless I trudged on, determined to get through year 17/17 of the process. The final year before the big scary world.

Third year felt like a stampede; deadlines, career options and the torturous fear of council tax swept over me and left me feeling defeated. The rush of it all made it feel like a month has past and before I knew it I was handing in my dissertation, filled with pride. It was at this time that I realised my time at University had come to an end; the people I had met and shared a communal feeling of excitement and sheer dread with were leaving. Once again I had to pack up and move on, worried about meeting new people and overcoming new obstacles.

This is where we enter the dreaded present tense, I can no longer avoid planning the future and blissfully obsessing over the past. I shall cherish these memories forever but right now I feel it’s time to focus on the next adventure (however scary it may seem.)

When I was applying to come to University people would constantly tell me about how it would change my life and would be the best decision I had ever made. In my first year when I was missing home, I felt anxious about being away from everything I knew and worried that I’d never feel comfortable in Brighton – I remember thinking that those people were wrong and for some reason I was that one unlucky person that just didn’t have the same University experience (because I am an irrevocable and hilariously paranoid cynic like that) but now I see exactly what they meant.

Coming here has allowed me to overcome fears and discover who I am, whilst simultaneously mastering the art of cheap dining. I have met the best people in the world and nurtured friendships that will last forever. I have discovered both good and bad qualities about myself, developed my own beliefs and the understanding that not everyone agrees with them. I have faith that wherever I end up in life, I will meet wonderful people as I truly believe they are everywhere and most importantly I have rekindled an eternal love for Lauryn Hill.

Brighton University has been an absolute blessing and now I look into the future filled with confidence and happiness!