So I am all back safe and well, although i completly book struck, so to speak. I had my head stuck in a book for the duration of our 5 hour car ride... and for the duration of our 51/2 car ride home, not to mention in the hotel. And im not ashamed in saying it just happens to be the Twilight saga, of the vampire variety. On the 2nd book now. :)
Chelmsford
What can i say a beautiful city, not as big as some others, but not as small as Hereford, it was nice peacefull and the river ran straight through the town centre, beautiful. As we travelled through the quiet streets of this seemingly perfect city it amazed me the things i saw, graveyards in the middle of streets, (and as morbid some people may think it is, or maybe its purely because i am a Herefordian, country girl who grew up travelling the small villages around the main city walking round these chuirches and church yards intreguided by the life these people had and the life they left behind plus its always tottally starnge when you find a relative you didnt know where they were buried, somoething quite wierd about this, but i like it, probably the peace and i like peace) the biggest library i have seen in my life, old couples walking down the streets holding hands, i think the only thing that wierded me out was the HUGE prison that sat right at the end of one of the main streets right into the high street. I think i could really love it there, but there was one thing, when i walked into my hotel room of the lovely travelodge, i am no stranger of the travelodge, but i have never walked into one and felt the way i did today.
As i slung my bag onto the floor and my book onto the small dresser in the corner, i turned and sat on the edge of my bed peering through the door shaped window at the main road and roundabout cross section into Chelmsford, i realised i have never felt so alone in my life, im not one who is alway surrounded by big groups of people, more out of choice then anything, i like the calm, but i have never felt like that, i brought back this new worry of panic and frustration of not being able to get home, not having those small comforts that we all call home, smell, pets, carpets, wallpaper, parents, things we all take for granted i guess..
I guess other than that i had a pretty great time and the university turned out to be truly outstanding offering what i want and more, but now im stuck.. where do i want to live, where will i be happy, where do i want to spend the next, if not more 4 years of my life?
Ipswich or Chelmsford???
Well anyway im so tired and i have work this week, so i think im gonna get some well deserved shut eye or actually what will probably happen is i will get me head stuck in the book again..
Sounds a bit more like me...
xoxox Ruth
P.s Excuse, my fast typing errors, im sure there are many, im blaming my tiredness :)
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The thing is, in the final year of school, there's understandably a big focus on what university to go to and what to study etc etc. It can be easy to forget that when you finish university, assuming you're doing a standard 3
year course, you're still only going to be 21/22. That's young enough to travel, or do a masters in something if your career aspriations have changed, or whatever. Basically, where you go to university and what you study is an important decision, and obviously one you'd rather get
right than wrong, but it's not going to make or break your entire
life.
So take some of the pressure off yourself :) - when the time comes to make the decision, you'll know which is the right one.
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