Change knows just how to bring out the fear of the in me, like the sunsetting brings out the darkness.
I’m not gonna lie and say I find change easy and no matter how much change occurs in my life, somehow it always comes as a surprise to me. Yet, I’m learning to cope with and maybe excite in change.
Coming to uni is one of the biggest changes I’ve faced yet. I can’t say that I was prepared for it. I was ready to be independent, I have been for a while (or at least I thought I was). I was prepared to shop, cook and clean for myself. I was excited by the thought of finally having a place to call my own and to make a home of it.
I guess it never came to mind, all that I’d miss; currently miss my families a whole lot.
⁃ the subtle smell of coffee and the sound of laughter from the household.
⁃ 80s music sang(/shouted) and the tv on at dinner but only for Strictly.
⁃ late dinner times, talking about anything that comes to mind.
⁃ a hand holding mine when I get that wobbly feeling and a voice reassuring me I’m doing great.
Yes there have been tears, and if you know me or as you get to know me, you’ll know that was a given.
But I’m also learning to love a lot more. Transforming thing I miss into things I appreciate.
Learning to see the stars in the darkness.