One Year On

This time a year ago I was sat in a restaurant, a small amount of my life packed into a car, dreading moving into my new house.

Today marks a year since I returned to University for all of two weeks, before making the decision to leave for good. If you weren't reading my blog a year ago, you can read about it here.

First things first, a year on and I definitely don't regret my decision. I had some really lovely friends and miss them a lot, but apart from that I don't miss much else. I thought that maybe around this time of year, with everyone back off to uni again, I might start feeling a little left out. It's definitely not the case.

I spent the whole fist year of uni, (I studied Journalism for anyone wondering) living at home and commuting in every day. I combined this with working every day I wasn't at uni and, consequently, ended up spending more time at work than I did at university. I didn't particularly enjoy my course, but the fact that my 'uni life' and 'real life' were very separate detracted from that.

For some reason, half way through my first year, I decided it would be a good idea to move out for my second year. I found some nice girls to live with, but once the prospect of moving came looming I started to have second thoughts.

As soon as I left my job and moved out everything just felt so wrong. I couldn't just go home and go back to work and forget about my average course at the end of each day. Realising that this was now my life made me come to the decision that it really wasn't what I wanted. I spent a good two weeks crying a lot and trying to work out whether to leave or not. The majority of people told me not to, but not listening to them worked out a lot better for me.

I got my job back and, whilst making coffee every day isn't my exact ideal, it's fine for now. Working full time has meant that I've managed to do a lot of things this year that, if I was still at uni, I wouldn't have done. I've been to New York, Barcelona and Disneyland, as well as being able to spend more time on my blog and put a lot of my money into savings.

Central Park
Sagrada Familia
Disneyland Paris (just in case you'd not read my last million posts)
People ask me a lot if I'll ever go back to uni, and truthfully, I don't think I will. I really enjoy learning, but university and student life just wasn't for me. Maybe I'll study again in the future, if I find something that I really want to do.

I definitely don't want to spend the rest of my life making coffee for people, but I've got time to find something else. I think a lot of people rush into university, thinking that they have to go or thinking they'll miss out if they don't. I'm not knocking uni. It's probably a great experience for a lot of people, but it just wasn't for me.

If you're having doubts, don't feel that dropping out is a bad thing. It's obviously not the go to if you're just having a bad week, but if you feel university is really not for you, don't dismiss the idea.

I'd just like point out that it's probably one of the best decisions I've made.