Miss these guys

These are some of the very best of my friends. My nearest and dearest for all the way back home. Some of the very best people I have ever met. All of whom I miss very much.

Small town girl.

The transformation from small market town to the big hustle and bustle of the city is huge. An multitude of emotion is spread across each individual who has made this big leap. University. I hadn't a monkey's about what I was to expect when I arrived here.

All the typical hesitations and anxiety's! Turns out my flat mates are probably the coolest guys I could have chosen. We all (so far anyway) get along so well, were the type of people that will go out and dance like there is no tomorrow and not give a fuck what we look like. As Drake would say YOLO.

My biggest worry was the actual content of the course. I'm not great at blogging, not really that great at writing, just enjoy magazines, inspired by the people that are able to put together a publication that can inflict ideas and shit. But could I imagine myself as one of these people. Hell no. This past week has made me reflect on who I am as a person. It isn't about what I do and don't know, it's not what my peers know. Its about determination, dedication and being ready to put in some hard graft and that's what I'm going to do.

Family

Kelly Anderson, My Mummy.

Ian Anderson, My Father.

"&"

Jade Anderson, My Sister.

This is my beautiful family. Whom I have not seen in 35 days, which doesn't seem  a lot but in comparison to being away from them 5 days tops. It is forever growing harder.

Yes, I've seen my mum and dad on skype most days, catching up. It's however not the same. Being able to chill on my sofa. Have an argument with my beautiful sister and laugh at my dads, stupidly unfunny jokes.

I'm more homesick now then I thought I would ever be.

163.8 miles apart.

I knew there would have to be a time, a day and a place when I would grow up and fly the nest. I still don't feel old enough. I still kid myself that I'm actually attending university.

My strong support system family have always been behind me to support me and guide me the best they can.  I couldn't have asked to be born in to a better family. I love them to pieces.

Just a countdown now to when I go home, 50 days on the dot.

My sister I regrettably admit that I have barely spoken to. She's all hooked upon young love. Totally support her, 15 years old, whole life ahead of her. She's already got a part time job, at her age yes! She'll do amazing in life. Can't wait til third year so she can come down here!