Moving away sucks at first, there’s no beating around the bush about it. You’ve spent (well in my case) 19 years building yourself a life where you live. Friends two minutes away, a job and a family. And then suddenly it all changes. You have to make new friends, new memories, adapt to a new area and have to cope without being near the family and friends you know and love. On top of this you truly realise the amount your parents did for you. Now you have to cook, clean and wash your clothes….yeah, right. But the best part is that you get to make your own way in the adult world. No Mum and Dad. This is it. The first time you move away from home is a memory that will stay with you forever. The time you had to be a responsible ‘adult’ when someone broke a table (…Liam) or the heating breaks. At the time it might not be funny, but it will tell a good story down the line. I’ve definitely got so many stories. The first week of first *and second* year I pretty much rang my Mum every day. ‘How do I use my new washing machine?’ ‘How do I get beer off the ceiling’ ‘How do I cook this…’. The list is endless but it leads to so many memories. The best thing is that you all are in the same boat. Nobody else knows how to get beer off the ceiling better than you do but…

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