Moving out of Halls
On Saturday I moved out of halls for good, and it was one of the saddest days of my life. I know that I am going back to Warwick again in a few months’ time, and I know that I will be able to see everyone again soon enough, but it will never quite be the same again. That isn’t necessarily a bad thing, as each new chapter brings new experiences, but it is very strange to think that I will never be in my flat with the same group of people again. I’d become so close to several of my flatmates, even more so over the past few weeks since we all finished exams and have been celebrating together. And now Kitchen 5 has disbanded, and I will never spend another night in Arthur Vick 3 Room 108!
There was a lot of crying when we said goodbye and moving out hit me a lot harder than I thought it would. When you live in halls with everyone away from home for the first time, your flatmates become like your family, and you don’t think about the fact that you won’t all be there together forever. I fully intend on staying close to the girls who became my friends and family – I was definitely the maternal figure of the kitchen, so merely moving out doesn’t mean that I will no longer be their ‘Mummy Soph’ and I have had many requests to take them freshly baked cakes next year! Most of them are living in Leamington, whereas I’m living in Coventry, so it will be strange to get used to having to get a bus to see them rather than simply being able to wander down the corridor and knock on their bedroom door, but it doesn’t have to mean that things will change that much between us.
I know it’s cliche but I cannot believe that my first year is over already. It has definitely been the best year of my life so far, and I’m not just saying that. I have had so many new experiences, gained so much independence and made so many new friends. When I came back again for the summer, I realised that whilst this house will always be my childhood home, and wherever my family are will always be somewhere that I am more than welcome, this is not where I live now. I’ve moved out and with that I have begun to carve my own little place in the world.
So that is first year officially over! Here’s to three months of summer and onto second year!
…Oh, and by the way – I passed with a 2:1!