Last Wednesday morning, the day after my last exam I woke up to a freedom I haven’t had for months, maybe even years, while studying at Uni. At first it felt a bit terrifying and unfamiliar. It feels absolutely surreal that I am done with my undergraduate education and I don’t think I have truly realised what that means yet. I felt a bit lost at first, because for a long time I have had every day meticulously planned out to be able to stay ‘on the time schedule’ in order to get everything done in time and suddenly there was no plan but instead endless amounts of time and freedom. Now when I wake up in the morning here in my room in London, I can do whatever I want. Anything.
What I want to do with all that free time is to take time to hang out with all my housemates and my friends before I move. I want to read some of the many books treasures I’ve found in bookshops around here. I want to find my own favourite café and sit there and drink earl grey tea for as long as I want and write in my brand new, green moleskine notebook. And when not hanging out with friends, reading or writing, I would like to explore the city, go on new adventures, and maybe even get a little bit lost. Being lost means finding things, places and feelings you didn’t know you wanted to find.