So I'm finally here, after all the stress all the panic all the exams and revision and packing.... yeah. U N I V E R S I T Y. I'm all unpacked, kitchen is done, photos up and now I've finally had a second to sit down and it's suddenly just hit me how strange all this is. After 18 years of living in one house in one small town I'm in a bigger town about 3 hours away living in student halls, strangely with 6 other girls when I think I would have preferred a mixed flat but on the plus side every seems lovely, tidy, and most importantly, not about to nick my food. I've had the tearful goodbye with mum, the texts and photos sent to my friends about what it all looks like and the 'hellos' and 'where and you froms' with everyone in the flat.
Freshers is supposed to be the best week, or two weeks in my case, of your life and I have everything crossed that it will live up to expectation, I cannot wait to get out there and take those first tottering steps away from a child into being an *ahem*
responsible adult.
Topshop cami
American Apparel leggings
Michael Kors Rose Gold watch
Messy room courtesy of official student
