Adjusting to Life without University

Hi all,

Today I’m going to discuss something very relevant to my current situation; the adjustments required when leaving uni, and (for many of us) moving back home. Lots of my friends are experiencing the same sudden change, and although we all love our families loads, the move back doesn’t half come with some added stress and difficulties.

I genuinely believe that I’m going through a stage of mourning now university is fully over, and I thought I’d share some of my grievances about returning home and having to enter the real world with you all!

 

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You have to tell people where you’re going, and when you’ll be back

At uni, you’re free to pop out the house whenever you please, whether that’s quick run to Hyde Park Saino’s for a ready meal, or a few pints at the local pub. You didn’t have to announce to the whole house where you’re off to, and subsequently inform your mam what time you’ll be back.

Not to mention the fact that the days are long gone when you’re within walking distance from your mates’ houses, a cracking bar and a Topshop that sells more than just the jersey basics and Joni jeans (Sunderland, I’m looking at you).

Yes, the local sweaty, and frankly expensive bus has fast become your only way of getting out the house. Unless you’re one of the lucky buggers that can drive. I am eternally jealous.

 

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You’ve abandoned your old friend ‘Just Eat’. Although it might do the spare tyre around your middle some good, you can no longer get a fabulous Chinese for 1 delivered straight to Burley Park, demolish it in your bed, whilst binge watching countless episodes of Fresh Meat.

In fact, just about anything you buy and bring home leads to the inevitable, “I thought you didn’t have any money?” 

Aye I haven’t, but I have got enough for a Boneless Banquet hun.

 

Your mates might as well be in outer Mongolia.

Unless you’re writing out considerable cheques to the Megabus company week in, week out, chances are you’re missing your uni mates. It all seemed so cosmopolitan having mates from up and down the country, but a few months after grad it’s starting to sink in how little you’ll get to see them, and how much you took seeing them every day for granted.

 

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Everyone expects you to act like an adult, when for the last 3 years you’ve defended the Doner Kebab as a balanced meal choice. 

Oh, the job hunt. I’m very lucky that due to a number of pre-organised and saved for travels and trips, my job hunt didn’t properly start until about 2/3 weeks ago. Since then I’ve filled out more application forms, and wrote more cover letters than I’ve had hot dinners.

I’m desperate to get a good job and feel like I’m doing something proactive with my day, but it’s bloody hard when no one replies to your emails! I have managed to land myself a 3 week placement at a fashion company though, so fingers crossed all goes well!

 

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Overall, change is something a lot of people struggle with, I’m not alone! The sooner I can throw myself into a full-time job, the sooner I can stop crying over Dry Dock and Half Price food Mondays at The Box. If like me, you are going through Post Uni sadness, we can get through this.

I know they say that you’re student years are the best of your life, but I’m sure that can’t be true… can it?!

I’m sure Alan Titchmarsh said it starts at 50.

I might have to take up gardening.

Em    x

 

 

 

 

 

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