You know the silly saying that everyone changes when they go away to uni....

....well I think its pretty accurate. Six months ago I was happy enough to just try and get through the mountain of coursework that my tutors had stacked up for us, but now everything's different. I met some wonderful people and am now planning to see the world with them, something I've always wanted to do, but have never really had the chance to. Its amazing just how free I have felt for the first time in my life. I can do what I want to do, not what others deem is right for me. And there are people who have accepted me for exactly the mad, twisted, morbid yet hopeful person that I am. In the immortal words of Bill and Ted 'EXCELLENT!!'

I know roughly inside I am almost the same as I was when I left, but the experience of Uni has taught me to be more outgoing, which for a shy person is a huge step, and to enjoy every opportunity while it lasts. I think too many people cling onto certainties to make it feel like the world isn't still turning, and to make them feel safe against change. But change is necessary. Anthropologically speaking those cultures and individuals that fail to adapt are lost to history. There is nothing better than the sense of being able to do exactly what you want to do, to spread your tiny fledgling wings and fly higher than you have ever dared to before. Change is good, freedom essential, without our wings we can not grow into people (ironic eh? ) So I step into the big bad world, unafraid of change, welcoming the new, the exotic and exciting, the good, the bad and the strange, no longing clinging to that tethered spot of earth on which I was brought into this world. Like the pheonix I will soar into the air and breathe in that sweet freedom, letting the wind carry my wings to distant places unknown.

To live free even for a moment, is to live forever