I make it sound like I'm some sort of migrating bird. Though I am aware that flying 'north' for the winter would make it a stupid bird, (maybe a blue tit, are they dumb?) or at least one who's lost all sense of direction and held the map upside down. Classic me.
ANYWAY. I am not a bird. And I am not migrating. I am simply becoming a University student. - sounds a bit less interesting than having wings actually . . . .
Nevertheless, that is where my path is taking me. New friends, new beginnings, new course, and a whole new meaning of 'broke'.
Shit; I'm terrified.
Really, really, really scared.
What if I'm no good at my course? What if I dont make any friends? What if I get lost? What if I cant afford my favourite coffee? Or my favourite chewing gum to have to prevent the inevitable 'coffee breath'? What if, what if, what if . . . .