Well, bloglings, I should be hanging my head right now, too ashamed to show my face in the blogosphere... I didn't mean to be gone for almost two months, I promise! I'm just a very bad blogger (and one who has used three different forms of the word 'blog' in the last sentence. Not cool.) but I'm back now and I come bearing updates!
To be quite honest, it would be very sad if I didn't come bearing updates, as it would mean that nothing had happened during the last two months of my life. But moving on.
Firstly: I passed my exams! The actual grades don't count this year, but I passed my first year of uni with a high 2:1 without actually doing that much work... I've heard the workload increase is going to be something of a shock during my second year, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Speaking of second year, passing my exams has completed the puzzle, and I received this from my exchange university:
To be quite honest, it would be very sad if I didn't come bearing updates, as it would mean that nothing had happened during the last two months of my life. But moving on.
Firstly: I passed my exams! The actual grades don't count this year, but I passed my first year of uni with a high 2:1 without actually doing that much work... I've heard the workload increase is going to be something of a shock during my second year, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Speaking of second year, passing my exams has completed the puzzle, and I received this from my exchange university:
So that confirms it; I am definitely, officially, unconditionally moving to Spain. There are no more conditions to meet; nothing else that can get in the way (short of the Spanish economy collapsing, but I prefer not to think about that) and so in six weeks' time, I will be leaving this country and not returning for months and months and months. Well, I'll be home for Christmas, but don't burst my bubble. I was being dramatic.
I am currently not freaking out too much, but I'm fully expecting to freak out on a major scale as the move approaches. Although maybe the past year in York has made me more capable - sort of like a practice run. I'm the girl who moves five hours away from home and then decides that she wants to go further... but it's not because I don't like my home. Actually I think it's the opposite; that growing up in such a secure environment has given me the confidence to go as far as I like, knowing that I'll always have something and somewhere to return to.
Molly x
