A year is a funny way to mark the time, I think it should rather be by new events. Now I have started a new year, I moved away from the countryside and I moved to the city. I live in London and I study at UCL. It was so scary at first, everything here fast and loud but now I love how busy and interesting it all is. I live a ten minute walk to classes and the buildings and library are lovely. Although Exeter is a nicer place to be, the campus and university were always so 60's and never felt so academic. I blame that for the fact that I had too much fun while I was there. This year I will work hard and try to do well but I'm meant to be writing an essay now this minute so maybe things don't change. I am definitely reading more and understanding more and hoping for better marks.
There's a potential wasted in being young. I feel I've let my 17 year old self down, so much hope just messily spent. You can always do better I suppose.
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To this:
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I like it here but I miss my house, garden, space, quiet, fields, the sea and most importantly all the friends who now seem so far away. At least London is easy to visit for most people and next year I can move to somewhere with more Exonians (?) and I'll be content. Living in London for a year is an amazing opportunity and I'm really lucky to be able to live in Bloomsbury, which is a lovely community and madly central. I just need to do some work...
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