Currently listening to: True Faith - New Order
I used to live in London when I was little. When I was about 10 we moved. I won't say exactly where to, but it was close enough to London for commuting for my parents, but far away enough to not have any of London's charm and attractions. So when I was 17 and filling out my UCAS form, the University of London was the obvious choice and I firmed Imperial, expecting to live in South Kensington for a few years. A few badly done exams and a missed offer later, I ended up at Queen Mary, and Stepney where I lived for a year, and then two years in Mile End. I slowly grew to love the convenience and close knitness of a campus university and E1 on the whole. It was grim, urban and yet lovely in its own way. And I don't mean that the way those pretentious hipster kids do, I genuinely did like living there, warts and all.
But since all good things come to an end, so my time in E1 seems to have as well. My classes start on the 28th of this month and will nearly all be in Barts and The London's West Smithfield campus in Charterhouse Square. So I moved to EC1 yesterday which is very different to E1. This is central London in the truest meaning of the word and it's taking some getting used to, even though it's completely amazing living in the thick of it all. As weird as it sounds when I first moved into my room yesterday I felt a bit nervous about it all...moving in, paying the deposit for my MSc, etc, it seemed like things suddenly got real. I've got my timetable (all day classes on Wednesday and Thursday - two 9AM starts!) and I get the feeling that the antics I used to pull during undergrad, e.g. sleeping til noon, probably won't be acceptable during postgrad, the same way that when I started my BSc it just no longer seemed appropriate to skip assignments the way I "forgot" to do my homework during A-levels. I know that no-one's holding a gun to my head, and I am excited about starting something new, but it also feels like I've somehow committed to something really big and significant, and completely different to anything I've ever done before. I really hope I'm not rambling here, so I hope you understand what I mean.
It feels like life is moving really, really fast and everything from my room to my course seem really unfamiliar. So I suppose a feeling of disquiet is natural, so I'm trying to keep busy, not least by starting to get through the preliminary reading list for my MSc and also by attempting to write my personal statement for medical school. I've written quite a detailed plan, but the first paragraph has stumped me a bit, I can't quite explain exactly why I want to do medicine even though I do actually know in my head. It feels like a lot of my motivation to do medicine is just too personal to put into writing to a faceless stranger...and I don't want to resort to writing clichés either. But I'll obviously have to get over this and, like my MSc, commit, even if it feels quite daunting. But so far in my life, things have nearly always worked out in the end, so I feel no reason to be worried or stressed.
Hope all of you are well, and if any freshers are reading this, good luck for the coming days and weeks!