Anxiety, A New City and Another Lockdown
It seemed like just yesterday that I had arrived back home again after moving out of my third year house in Bristol, but here I was again, my car Kevin packed full to the brim, going back to university once more. Only, this time, it was a new university in a brand new city. A new city about to go into local lockdown as well. This is how my moving day went. I slipped out of my front door in complete darkness at half five in the morning to drive the 226 mile trek down South. It was cold and dark and I was anxiously running through my list of things I absolutely could not forget in my head as I fought my way into my car, threatening to topple down the jenga pile of boxes and bags mum had stacked in the passenger seat. There were no last hugs goodbye or words of good luck, safe journey to see me off; it was just me, stealing out of my childhood home like a thief of the night who no longer belonged there anymore. I shoved my first CD in the player, my mind on autopilot as I set o...