So, we've got a lovely little flat in Yorkshire and I am returning to studenthood at the end of the month. I don't know how this happened. I have no idea how I orchestrated this. I feel like the past few months have just been me running round like a headless chicken, and I am amazed that I am sitting here, in an actual flat, with everything more-or-less unpacked. Nothing short of a miracle!
I am very very nervous (although very very excited) about studying again. After living in Scotland for pretty much five years, I am also sad to leave, but excited to be back in England. New city, new flat... I am basically a big mess of emotions!
So, goodbye summer and Scotland! Exciting (terrifying) times ahead!