What’s the one thing better than not being afraid? Being afraid and managing to face your fear regardless. I’ve basically summed up this whole post in one sentence, but let’s keep talking…
Last year my parents (who are divorced) told me that we would be moving house – my dad to Reading and my mum to Birmingham. Ever since I have been about eleven years old, my parents have lived no more than a five-minute drive away from each other, but in a matter of weeks, they will be living hours apart. That meant that I was going to have to make a decision about where I wanted to live. My answer? Leeds. It has and always will be my home.
So, rather unexpectedly, I found myself in a bit of a pickle – a pickle that took many hours of crying, long conversations (sometimes arguments) and a lot of Nutella to come to a decision. I’ll tell you now, it was the hardest decision of my life.
In the end, I decided to live with my mum for a number of reasons, none of which include preferring my mum to my dad, but it just makes sense due to other events in my life. Yet despite coming to a decision, I rolled out of one pickle and straight into another.
I finished my GCSE exams roughly one month ago and I’m currently living my summer weeks partying, eating, partying, sleeping and doing a bit more partying. However, in a matter of weeks, I’ll be moving to start college in Solihull and yes, it’s only two hours down the M1, but I’m leaving behind a whole world that I love with all of my heart.
Many of my friends have also shared their own fears about leaving school and starting a new college. The bottom line is, these years are often a confusing and insecure time for us all. I’ll be leaving behind such an incredible group of best friends who I’m so lucky and proud to know, bands that I have come to know and love and of course, the place with the best accent on earth! The truth is, I’m not ready to say goodbye.
Unfortunately, how I feel is completely irrelevant because I will be moving and there’s not much I can do to stop that. So, what’s the plan?
Firstly, I’m going to throw myself into life down there; I’ll get to know the music scene (which I must admit, appears to be incredibly talented), meet new friends and use this move as a chance to be the best version of myself as possible. None of this means I’m not afraid, because I’m terrified, but I promise to have courage and make the best out of this pickle. It’s going to be the best pickle ever.
So, if you guys are ever in a similar situation, take a deep breath and jump into life. Change is scary, yes, but it’ll be as good as you choose to make it. No matter what, you’ll still have memories of the past and real friends don’t really go anywhere anyway.
So, don’t forget me you northern lot, because I’ll be back for Arctic Monkeys, tea and wild nights out in Leeds! And Birmingham? Get ready because I’m coming down expecting to have a flipping good time.
Btw, these photos were meant to be of me packing boxes, but my dog distracted me and then got a bit excited...