My Home Is Not My Home Anymore
Leaving home for uni last September was the most foreign experience of not just 2017 but my life. Years ago whenever I had an argument with my mum or felt bored of my hometown I would always say "Only two more years until I move out—" I couldn't wait to leave. My hometown was somewhere that was obviously familiar, comfortable but also quite boring. Even though it is a big town and has lots to do leisure-wise, I was a 16-year-old kid with no money and an education to focus on, hence why my goal was to finish sixth form and get the hell out of there. I couldn't tell you how time flew by so fast, but I think my personal countdown to it helped.