I started University of Manchester on the 13th of September.
I left University of Manchester on the 28th of September.
I moved to Royal Holloway University of London on the 9th of October.
I have been at Royal Holloway for almost 2 weeks now and these have undoubtedly been two of the best weeks of my life. Call me cheesy (because I am and I’m ready to admit it) but it’s true. Within an hour of arriving I had already felt more at home here than I ever did in Manchester. My flatmates Molly, Kirsten, and Eugenia all helped me move in and we stayed up until like 1am talking (alongside Sandhiya, Poppy and Sophie). Molly has been a godsend and has made adapting to such a different environment so much easier for me (thanks for showing me how to use literally everything at Kingswood Halls and introducing me to everyone), and I didn’t actually properly know Sophie for the first few days here which I find mental because I cannot imagine this uni experience without her. I know it seems like such a short amount of time to connect to people, but I already know that Molly, Soph and I will be friends for a really long time (this is me being cheesy again). I guess it’s difficult to describe the connections you make with people, but I don’t think I could be with either of them and not laugh so hard that I can’t breathe. I mean if you have me on any social media you can probably tell I’m low-key obsessed with them (I apologise for the spam) but it’s chill because I’m pretty sure they’re the same. I think it’s actually INSANE how people you’ve known for two weeks can be better friends to you than people you’ve known for years.
That’s not to say though that I don’t miss anyone from Wales because I obviously do. I talk about my mam all the time and I miss my family’s closeness and openness quite a lot. I also think that my friends here know Jo and Gwen through the amount that I refer to them and talk about them. It’s weird because I really thought I’d rely on them a lot more after moving here like I did in Manchester but because I’m happier I don’t ring them up and cry anymore (that may be a bit personal but now I can laugh at myself). I’m really busy most days, which is weird because if somebody asked me what I was doing, I couldn’t really explain? I’m enjoying myself though, enough to be more independent… that’s what I’m trying to say.
I was actually pretty hesitant about if I’d like my accommodation at Royal Holloway at first because I knew I’d have to take a University bus from my accommodation to get to my lectures and seminars which I didn’t think I’d like but I actually really do, I keep bumping into people that I kinda know and we end up making conversation the entire journey. There’s a really nice community feeling here which I love, so it kinda makes up for being the furthest away accommodation from the university.
Contrastingly though, straight after my first Creative Writing seminar, I knew with 100% certainty that making the move from English Literature and Drama to Creative Writing and Drama was one of the best ‘life-decisions’ I’ve ever made. I was really excited to start my work (which is probably one of the most ‘Ceri-Anne is a massive swot’ things I’ve ever said but still), admittedly I left it until last minute like most uni students but I enjoyed writing it and I’m excited to get it back. I have the same feelings towards studying drama here too, I can’t really compare to the Manchester course because I didn’t get to properly experience it but I love it. I love the introductory practical work we’ve been doing and even though I’m not *totally* fussed on studying Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night, I like the kind of text and theatre work we’re doing too.
I’ve had a LOT of people (family, friends, strangers etc) call me “Brave” for making the move from Manchester to Royal Holloway, which I actually really appreciate. I’m not gonna lie when I say it’s been A LOT of stress to actually manage to do and I think people are sick of me talking about it but it’s not every day you decide to completely change the course of your life so maybe my repetitive nature here is a bit more understandable (I’m trying to justify it, sue me). Moral of the story, if you don’t like something… change it. To paraphrase what Molly’s mam said; a lot of people try to ‘stick out’ places when they aren’t happy there. I’m SO glad I wasn’t one of those people.
This is the best decision I have ever made (plus, Kingswood make tasty Veggie fajitas so how can I complain?).
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