Back in the summer of 2016, I was in full student shopping mode eager to get the essentials – Wilko’s finest knives and forks, a tonne of fairy lights and a lifetime supply of baked beans.
Come September and our little Kia was packed to the brim with suitcases, duvets and boxes and on the way to Leeds, for me to begin my new studies in a city I had never visited before. Pretty shocking seen as though I’m an hour away on the train – but nevertheless was still an exciting experience for me.
Within an hour I had met my new flatmates. I stayed in The Plaza and when doing the mini quiz (pointless) which helps assign people to each flat, I had ticked the both genders box. As had all of my flatmates, however as a lot of girls has booked this student accommodation we were an all-girl flat. This is something I came to quite like – can’t get your eyelash to stick? can’t reach your back to fake tan? easy when you’ve got 4 other girls you can call on.
Can’t say any of us were great at cooking though.
After the first few nights out, I began to settle into the uni life. But as the nights out (could not miss quids in or antics) became very regular, my sleeping pattern failed to catch up. Even when I wasn’t out I could not for the life of me fall to sleep, not until 7am by which point I’d sleep for a couple of hours and then wake to start my day. The only thing though, was my uni days started at 9am and when I did make it to a morning seminar I was left feeling nauseas and faint due to lack of sleep/not eating properly.
I know I wasn’t the only one with a messed up sleeping pattern – my flatmate would often text at 4am and ask if I wanted to go to the gym to tire ourselves out. It didn’t work.
But, that is one of the reasons I decided to commute in second year. Not for sleep specifically, but more so for a routine. I hated how lazy I had become which was completely my fault but I just lacked the motivation to actually do anything.
At the end of first year I was set to live in Hyde Park the following year, sharing a house with some friends. When I began to think about the future (stresses me outttttt) I realised that I need to save as much money as possible to be able to do what I want to do (travel after uni). I knew my future housemate’s friend was looking for a place to live in second year so I offered my place. I couldn’t bare the idea of paying almost a thousand pound for a house to not be lived in over the summer. He accepted and I decided to plan on living at home or figured I’d just panic-book a place to live if I decided I couldn’t bare to stay home after the summer.
Fast forward to now, a few months into second year and I’m glad I chose to commute. I don’t know if I’ll do it for third year but as of now, I’m happy to be in a routine. I have a secure part time job which keeps me busy on the days I don’t have uni. In comparison to last year, I have too little time in comparison to too much spare time. Something I prefer.
Sometimes I do feel as though I’m missing out on the night-life and such but it’s fine as the majority of my closest friends didn’t go to uni and are in my home town. At times it feels as though I’m living the uni life just as a student at Hull uni (read about Hull here.)
I’m an hours train ride from Leeds so it doesn’t take too long to get there. If it took more than that, though, I would have opted to have stayed at uni.
Being so close with the promise of been able to save money – rather than constantly in my overdraft – as well as a set routine, close friends/boyfriend at home, that was what convinced me to commute.
So far, I’m liking it but who knows where I’m going to be in third year 🙆.