Autumn is here...

Its the start of September, schools are due to start again, dark nights are drawing in and its almost time to exchange the summer clothes in for jumpers and thick coats. I absolutely love autumn and winter, not so much spring and summer, I know I'm a weirdo and many of you prefer the hot weather but I can't stand it. I'm an indoors, jumpers and hot drinks in front of the TV kind of person. Its also fair to say that I am one of the palest people you will ever meet. On many occasions my aunty or mum has deliberately stood next to me when taking a family photo to make themselves feel better about there skin shade that hasn't been kissed by the sun yet.

It has also dawned on me that it is 2 weeks until I move and although I am excited I am also shitting myself. I received an email from the uni giving me a list of the art supplies I need, it was like the sort of list Harry Potter got for Hogwarts, half of the stuff on it I'd never heard of it. I also got another email telling me that I had to prepare a 5 min presentation about myself and talk in front of my peers. I hate and I mean hate, public speaking. My leg shakes, I work up a sweat and I talk way to fast, I once skipped a day of college because we had to a presentation. A bit extreme I know but needs must. However, I have a feeling I won't be able to call in sick for this one.

I mean uni is a scary thing in it? I mean how many clothes do you take? How many books can I take, given the fact I can read 2 a week? And its not like I'm going to a local uni like many of my friends, oh no I had to move to one 4 hours away on a train. I suppose I'll figure this all out. I guess what I'm trying to say is that starting again is scary and nerve racking but once you've done it, you wonder why you never did it before.

After all its just another day in the life as the Yorkshire Bookworm,

Till next time,

Phoebe x