Moving to the city
3rd September 2012
Today I convinced my mum to let me buy a monthly plan SIM card for my phone. For just 50p more than what I am paying on Pay As You Go each month I will get 300 free minutes, unlimited texts and 500 MB of internet. Not bad considering what I get at the moment. This way, my mum will always know that I have money on my phone to call her when I’m at university.
And speaking of university, this Saturday I move to Liverpool. I move out of the house I have lived in since I was born and I move in to my student accommodation in the middle of a city. I believe I have every right to be scared.
I’m excited too though. Living in a city means there is lots of things to do. Something as simple as being able to walk to the nearest cinema will make a big difference to me. Living in the countryside means I have to get a bus that takes forever just to go and see a film. I have plans to go to a comic fair near the end of the month and I’m hoping Tyrone can come over on the train so we can go together.
I’m not really one for clubs but I like the sound of the Scholars Bar and the quiz night they have there. That appeals to me a lot more. I’ve come to except that it’s going to be a big change for me and it’s okay if I’m scared at first. I’m pretty sure the reason why most people spend the first two weeks drunk is to take their minds of the fact they finally have to do something for themselves. And because they are homesick too.
I’ve been shopping a number of times to buy stuff for my accommodation. It’s weird to think of all the things I will need to buy. I have filled one of the spare bedrooms with essentials I have bought, and I’m still missing a few things. Packing my room up hasn’t been easy. It’s so difficult to decide what to take and what to leave behind. I’ve bought plasters, pain killers and cold and flu drinks, but if I do get ill I will be on the first train back home! I can’t look after myself. I’ll be a mess. I need a guide to life to get me though!
My mum is trying to teach me some important life lessons, like ironing. Yes, I’m 18 and I had never picked up an iron until last week. But we soon found out why when I proceeded to burn a number of holes in the pocket of my jeans. Luckily they weren’t my favourite pair of jeans, but I must remember not to put my phone or any loose change in my pockets.
I’ve never used a washing machine before, or a tumble dryer, which could be a problem. I can however use a tin opener (just about) so I will not starve. I can have beans on toast, macaroni on toast and…um…anything else that comes in a tin…on toast.
Well, I never said I was Miss Domesticated 2012.