At the tender age of 18 I took the plunge and moved away to university and I haven’t looked back since. Almost 4 years later I’m still living the northern dream and have created my own lil’ life in Liverpool. Coming from the countryside (the smallest county in England to be precise) meant that 18-year-old me was itching to be somewhere bigger, somewhere more exciting and somewhere with a bit more going on. Liverpool therefore was the answer to my prayers.
After being away from home for a while now I think I’m pretty well-qualified to give advice on what it’s really like to move away from home…
You’ll taste freedom like never before
The minute you stop living under your parents roof you truly start to understand the meaning of freedom (no offence mum.) Suddenly you don’t have a curfew or worried texts coming through when you stay out too late. You can go where you like when you like and do whatever you want. If you want to eat ice cream out of the tub for dinner every night for a week then you can and there ain’t nothing anybody can say about it.
You realise just how great your Mum is
OK so Mum is a generic term here for whoever it was that you lived with before and who’s looked after you for all those years. The minute I moved away I became very aware of everything my Mum did for me. Tea was no longer on the table when I got home, my bed sheets didn’t miraculously change once a week and there was no longer someone there to give me a hug, no questions asked, when I’d had a bad day. I did have friends, and great ones at that (I’m running the risk of painting myself as quite the loner here!) but nobody compares to your good old Mum.
You’ll get homesick…and that’s OK!
I was adamant that I wouldn’t get homesick and for the most part I don’t. I made it through 3 years of Uni with next to no pinings for my little country town; which is probably down to the constant stream of nights out and deadlines to keep me occupied. Once I started working full time however I definitely found myself missing my family and friends and my tiny little town. While my work mates would be popping round to see their Mum for a roast I’d be heading home to an empty flat and some Uncle Ben’s rice for tea. This year has taught me though that just because you’ve moved away doesn’t mean you can’t go back to visit whenever you want and if all else fails FaceTime is always a winner.
You’ll love life and realise it’s the best thing you ever did
Sometimes I might get homesick, miss my family or crave one of my Nan’s roasts but moving away from home was the best decision I ever made. Not only did I meet my boyfriend and make the best mates a gal can ask for I proved to myself that I could do it. These past 4 years have made me super independent and I know I can look after myself pretty well. Not only that but I found a city that I love and I now couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.