For something so important, it far too often takes a backseat to being unhappy, complaining and self-depreciation.
I've just completed my first year of university. I can still remember the day I published THIS post about when I first moved and cannot believe that the first year has already come and gone.
Through this year, I've been very vocal about my general distaste for school.
Not learning, but school. The very last drop of motivation I had to be force fed irrelevant information has evaporated. I love learning. I absolutely love learning about things I care about, but am absolute rubbish at allowing myself to swallow my pride and eat up economic theories (that make no sense) and the history of ground beef. I don't give a damn about any of it, which has made this first year quite the world wind of positive and negative emotions.
Nonetheless, now that it's done and gone and I've been able to step out of the context of school and look at it from the outside in, I'm grateful to be here. Not for the information I've "learnt" and less than enthusiastically regurgitated onto exam papers from my professors but the social and real life experiences I've had this year.
I've moved out of home, gotten my own place, done a small amount of independent travelling, gotten moderately drunk and met incredible people that I'll forever be grateful I had in my life, even if just for a few months. I've met some less than desirables, loved and lost, argued and fought, complained about noisy parties, developed a slight hatred for country music and the list could go on and on.
I won't lie and say tears didn't run PROFUSELY when it came time for the goodbyes, and the hugs were endless but they meant so much. I'm just everlastingly grateful to these wonderful people and having had them in my life. The bond you develop with roommates supersedes all friendships you've had before. You're thrust into a new, scary environment with new people and you're forced to navigate it all with them. You're forced into this supportive, sisterly role that is definitely unlike any high-school "bestie".
I've learned this year, and I've grown and for that I'll be endlessly grateful. I wouldn't say I've gotten a taste of real life, because my entire life has been real. Not a single moment of it, much to my sadness, has been fake. I got a taste of a different life that has opened my eyes, mind and soul to so much hope.
I cannot say that after this first year of university I'm any closer to knowing what to do with my life, or that I have no regrets because also reflecting on this year has allowed me too see the PLETHORA of bad decisions I've made, but things have changed. I've changed which I think is one of the best possible outcomes that I could get from this year.
I'm not sure if the madness is over, or if it's just begun but summer is here y'all. Summer 2014 has arrived, and I'm grateful still for what's yet to come.