As I'm sat in work, with little to do and the rain/hail beating heavily on the windows, I'm chuckling about my previous blogs.
All seems such a long time ago...
This time last year, I was wishing for the end of student life, cursing every day I got on that train to Preston. Now, I'm 5 minutes away from my home, in a proper office, in a proper job in PR making a living and actually growing up.
Yep, 22 and employed and currently getting ready to move out. My mouth feels dry just typing it. Excitement and nerves as I'm contemplating everything that I need to do. Council tax?! What do we need to buy?! What am I signing?! Life on my own?!
Yes, I'm moving 10 mins down the road, but my gut churning. It's big stuff. It's a big step.
No, I'm not completely alone. My other half has somehow found it within him to move in with me. Crazy. But still, I need my mum and dad just a short drive away. I'm an only child. I'm allowed.
Anyone find this interesting? Didn't think so. Sssshhh.
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