I’ve known these people for a huge chunk of my life (well obviously I’ve known my family
all my life), but the prospect of being thrown into halls with twenty, yes twenty people just on my floor, made me feel like I would never find friends as good, and as close, as the ones I’d be leaving back in Coventry. I have been best friends with my best friend since playgroup. Playgroup! That’s now nearly sixteen years of her putting up with my bossiness, awkwardness and hilariousness (I know she still appreciates the series of city-themed jokes I created in year 7; gems like, "In which city does everyone drive?" pause for effect... "Cardiff!" This was usually met with stony silence, apart from my best friend Amy laughing nervously because she felt sorry for me. She can hardly pity me – she began one joke with, “Why did the paper shop blow away? Oh... pretend I didn’t say paper yet".)
The night before I left to go to Uni, all my friends gathered for a farewell drink, and we cried and said soppy things about how leaving each other was going to be so hard, as if we were in some bizarre polygamous marriage. The crying even continued on the phone when I left Amy to go home. Right up until that point - the night before I was due to move over two hours away – I hadn’t realized how scary living by myself was going to be.
On one hand, I was glad to be escaping things like living in my hometown. After nineteen years, well, it gets pretty boring. But I was also going to miss the little home comforts of having my family around whenever I needed them. My sister and I are far too alike; over the summer, instead of doing typical holiday activities (namely slobbing around), we spent it conducting our own version of
Matilda: The Musical, making up songs and re-inventing all the characters (most of them ended up being gangster rappers for some reason, even Bruce Bogtrotter. Only Mrs Wormwood was an exception – she was just really cockney. I’m not sure why.)
On arriving at my halls however, I was quick to realize that we were all in the same boat. Everyone was a bit nervous, a little bit scared, but most of all excited. We spent the first two weeks pushing each other around in trolleys, getting lost together, and attempting to carry a sofa we found on the streets of Liverpool on a night out into a bewildered taxi driver's cab (the only thing supplied in our kitchen was a table, okay?). We bonded over the fact that compared to the other flats in our hall, we really did seem like the oddest and most different people thrown together – all of us thought that one of our friends was really religious because she told us she lived at a convent school; another we thought was a bit psychotic because he accidentally smashed the front window to our hall in. Turns out the religious one wasn’t so innocent after a few games of ‘I Have Never’, and the mental one is actually just mental. In a good way, of course.
This year, two of my best friends from home moved to Liverpool for Uni. They said it was because they loved the city so much (I’m pretty certain they just weren’t sure how to function without me). They’ve made friends here now, and we all make the effort to stay in touch with our other friends, be it Skype, Facebook or just dropping them a text. If you’re worried about leaving your old friends behind, and having to make new ones, don’t stress about it – it’s simple. Everyone else will feel how you’re feeling, so just try and work out what you can bond over. In our case, it was spinney-chair races down the corridors, which then turned into lancing competitions with added poster tubes. It was immature, funny, and it broke the ice. Try it. It might just work.
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