May 29th: Relocating again

Well, once again it is entirely too late to be writing a blog post, but I can't be bothered to go to bed so I've started the mammoth task of packing up my room instead. So far I've filled up two suitcases and there's no visible difference (unless you look in the drawers and cupboards, of course), which kind of indicates a) how much of a mammoth task this is, and b) just how much crap I've accumulated since I moved here. God knows how I'm going to manage to fit everything in one suitcase when I move to Spain!

One of York's many beautiful parks

The last couple of weeks have been perfect. The weather's been gorgeous, York is as beautiful as it always is in hot weather (and indeed any other type of weather) and the time I've spent here since my exams finished has passed in a blur of days sunbathing in various parks, social gatherings and the odd trip t'pub. It's been just like being on holiday and it's been such a wonderful end to my first year of university that right now, I never want to leave.

But I am. I'm leaving on Saturday morning, which suddenly seems very soon. But I've been making the most of the last few weeks I have here; last week Zoe came up to visit me and we spent many days chilling in the sun and having picnics. Friday was our summer ball, which was amazing. Everybody had really made an effort, getting all dressed up and ready to celebrate the end of a really amazing year. It was weird to think, as I stood there at uni amongst the festivities, that this time last year I didn't know any of these people. I've only known them for eight months at the most and been friends with them for shorter - because it takes time to cultivate friendships - but it feels like a lifetime. I suppose that in a way it is a lifetime, because this is a whole new chapter of our lives; a whole new place, a whole new group of people. My life before I came to York feels like a million years ago, and yet just yesterday... it's very strange to think that wherever you go, despite how alone you may feel in the beginning, you'll eventually find a new group of people you fit in with, and they'll become the people you live your new life with. But that's also an incredibly comforting thought; leaving people behind is always scary, but maybe we should think of it more as an opportunity to meet more people; to make more friends. The world is our oyster, and the more of it we see, the more we'll find people who are just like us.

It will be very strange leaving this one behind! She 's the person I've spent the most time with here at uni and after I leave, I probably won't see her for a year and a half (she's going to study in Poland while I'm in Spain). Throughout the last eight months we've had many a deep conversation, boogie to foreign songs (before I came to uni I was worried that I wouldn't have anybody to listen to Danish music with and then I discovered a Dane (i.e. Louise) on my course and immediately thought "Going to be friends with her. She has no choice in the matter.") and a hell of a lot of red wine, which has meant that my tolerance for alcohol has risen an alarming amount since I moved here. Ah, but I have so many amazing memories of stuff I've done with Louise and I'll really miss her over the next year and a bit. Bring on third year!

Molly x