Places I have loved this year: Lyon. Midsomer Norton. London. Ontario, Canada. Glastonbury festival. Yes, yes, I know, who could love Midsomer Norton! Life has been a little strange recently, there's been a lot of readjusting, a lot of flitting around, but now I have to settle down for the long summer ahead, and I'm determined to enjoy myself.
From September, it is what I am affectionately naming 'Scary Year', the final year of my degree, when all I've ever done until this time of my life is judged, graded and spat back out. I'm not going to lie, it TERRIFIES me. But fear is good, right? What's more, lots of my friends have already graduated, and revel in telling me how awful it's going to be, and how they're so glad it's over. By the sounds of it, I'll be happy just to be alive at the end of it. I've already decided, I'm going to throw myself into it like a drunk dad dancing at a wedding. I'm anxious to get going, but I have months to wait.
So, I've decided to do something entirely selfless (although if anyone's seen that episode of Friends, we know such a thing doesn't exist), I'm going to become a volunteer. Yes, I'm going to go and work in a charity shop, going through all the things that no-one else wants and helping make some money for a worthy cause. Hell, if I'm lucky, I might even be allowed to go and help out at a Day Centre, talking to the elderly and hopefully learning a thing or two, as if there are people who can teach you the useful things in life, it's the people who have lived.
I want this summer to mean something, for it to be something I'll look back on and have a teeny bit of pride about and go back to Southampton ready for Scary Year. I know the very end of my summer will be a highlight, as I get to be bridesmaid for my eldest sister, which I'm thoroughly looking forward to. It's just so far away!
Wish me luck preparing for my final year of life as I know it, I hope to update you on how I'm getting on. That's if I'm not too busy sorting through someone's old clothes.
xxx
