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Moving out was good for me

Dear readers,

This week I was talking to my uncle about my new study and he pointed out that I was glowing. This made me realize that moving out was really good for me. I'm not sure what has been better for me, the act of moving out or the fact that I am now doing something that I really do. Maybe it's a combination of the both.

This September I started my bachelor education at a uni in a city 2 hours driving from my hometown. This might not seem like a lot, but in the Netherlands you could be at the other side of the country in 2 hours. This meant I had to move out, in order to live closer to the uni. In the beginning of this year, I was aching to move out. I think I would've gone crazy if I hadn't moved out when I did.
I now go home in the weekends. Not only is the train ride very relaxing for me (it's like a ritual), I actually like coming back home. On Thursday evening I actually look forward to seeing my mum the next day and drinking a relaxing cup of tea. Just the two of us, before it gets busy. I might even be enjoying seeing my little brother a bit more. I definitely got more appreciative of my mum/daughter-time.

The major I started, is called Italian Language and Culture. I am thoroughly enjoying it: the study material is extremely interesting, my (15) classmates are very nice and just the whole atmosphere of both my study itself and my university/city is better than the atmosphere ever was in my secondary school. Don't get my wrong, I actually enjoyed my time in secondary school, but it was the people who made it enjoyable, not the experience itself.

Of course there are downsides to living on my own: I don't have a mum cooking for my every day and I also can't enjoy the luxurity of a dishwasher. I also got a little lonely in the beginning, but that was only the first few weeks. All in all, I feel happier than I did a year ago, which is a great thing. I'm glad I'm happy and I'm glad that it apparently makes me glow. I am definitely looking forward to the rest of this adventure.

I hope you're also happier than you were a year ago,
have a lovely day

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