Being brutally honest here, moving out for university is hard – in fact the whole experience of starting university is hard.
I always knew that moving away to go to university would be a massive change but I don’t think I realise just how massive it would be. Moving out totally knocked me for six. I’m not going to lie, I’m quite dependent on my parents – I mean I’m capable of doing my own washing and I can cook and clean but I just like to be around them. They’re my security blanket I guess.
To be thrown from home comforts in to an alien city living with six girls that I had never met before was a bit of an intense situation to say the least. I’m lucky in that my flatmates are absolutely lovely, I’ve heard some nightmare stories about horrid flatmates freezing people’s cutlery in bowls of water… but that’s definitely not the case in my flat. I’ve been quite lucky with my accommodation, I was pretty worried about it because the accommodation shown on the open day wasn’t the nicest, but mine is actually quite decent. If you fancy having a peek at my room I posted a little room tour
Homesickness got me and it got me good. I constantly felt so sick that I couldn’t eat and barely slept, I dreaded having to go back to Aberdeen after being at home for a few days and I cried almost constantly. It was a time where all I wanted was to be at home with my family. In my first two weeks in Aberdeen I spent the bulk at home which I think made my homesickness worse when I did eventually go back up. For me I think a big factor was the fact that my classes hadn’t started yet and I didn’t really have anything to do. After I’d met more people, made some friends, had my first induction, joined some societies and explored the area I started to feel a lot better. Having things to do seems to make the world of difference and I’m starting to feel a lot happier and more comfortable here.
Obviously it’s totally normal to feel homesick and everyone is in the same boat, but I think I didn’t quite expect that level of homesickness which probably made me feel even worse. At the end of the day I’m glad I moved, my course is amazing and the opportunities it’s providing are priceless. Aberdeen might never feel like ‘home’ but I’m sure in time I’ll learn to love it like I love Glasgow.
Plus the shops are pretty good.
I knew that starting university would be a massive change seeing as I’d been doing pretty much nothing since February time but I completely underestimated the work load. I’m lucky in that I don’t have a very intense timetable however a fair bit of my course involves work outside of classes. In comparison to other courses I really don’t have that much to do, but I think it’s just the sudden change after a pretty easy first couple of weeks that’s making it seem like a hell of a lot more than it actually is.
Basically, the moral of this post is – homesickness is normal, have fun, get out there and work hard. It’ll be worth it in the long run!