Well, so i hope…

So, here I am, nearing the end of my three-years at uni, soaking up the (not always) sunny vibes of Falmouth. And to be honest, I'm feeling a bit lost. The future feels like this big, scary thing looming over me, and I'm not sure if I'm ready for it. But then again, who really is?

I’ve been reminiscing on my time here; it's been quite the journey of ups, downs, and everything in between. But as I stare at my computer, the learning space wide open and only two weeks left, I can't help but stress over what comes next.

What job do I want? Where do I want to live? Will I have enough money? Who will I be around? Will I be alone?...Will I be okay?

Amidst all this uncertainty, I've found immense joy in my university journey, this past year in particular. I definitely always cared about uni deep down but not quite like I have this year. I think in the first two years I held myself back and maybe didn’t try as hard as I could have but this year I really got stuck in. I finally felt connected with my project, something I haven’t felt before with my uni work and have felt inspired to create. I’ve enjoyed having the opportunity to learn, grow as well as a supportive environment to push my abilities. I have actually surprised myself with how far I've come and the skills I've gained along the way – first and second year me would be truly shook!

I don’t feel ready to leave; I have so much more I want to learn and explore. It's like I've finally found my groove, and I'm not ready to give it up just yet. It kind of feels like the end, my black and white anxiety thinking brain shining through here. But I suppose, in reality, it is just a new stage of my life, and everything is going to be okay (well, so I hope).