That wonderful time has come when every student must finally tidy their room… and then pack it all up. I feel like I’ve been living in this room for more than a year (or 7 months to be exact) and, yes, it will be sad to go, but France awaits me.
I made the typical Fresher mistake by packing everything I would ever need in any situation, emergency and British weather condition – the kitchen sink to put it frankly. I just about managed to transport everything from my house to Oxford, boxes and bags hunched together with clothes sprawled over the top. As we drove up the motorway, the rear-view of most cars looked the same as ours – “yup, definitely Freshers” was said a lot. I’ve been telling myself that it will be easier to pack everything up from my room than when I was choosing what to bring to university, but it actually seems harder. Procrastination is an epitomising word here. I will find anything to do but pack (including writing this).
Whilst blasting my music as loud as I can and eating everything I can find in my room, my mind keeps wandering off to when I’ll have to pack for my 3-month stay in Latvia and then another 4 months in France. Hopefully it won’t be that hard. I will have the restriction of a few suitcases and deprived the freedom of living a 45 minute drive from home. Better get on with this “packing” then…
Wriiten by: Gabrielle Westhead, a Bachelor student in Communication, Media and Culture at Oxford Brookes University, UK.