It’s funny, really, how people seem so shocked to hear that you decided to stay at home while attending university, rather than moving out to the accommodation.
You’d think it wouldn’t be a big deal, but when people constantly hit you with “WHY?!” in that really demanding, disparaging tone of voice, it can raise hackles after a while.
There’s absolutely no problem in asking – it’s an interesting conversation. I myself love hearing why people chose to move out or stay at home. But there’s a difference. Asking out of interest is fine. Basically demanding why as if that person made an idiotic decision? Well, that’s another matter. Especially when it’s constantly followed with “but you’ll not get the full uni experience!”
This is how it goes here in England, at least. Or maybe it’s even just the small part I live in. But either way, my brain has gone back and forth over this topic for months…and so I’m going to babble about it.
Why I chose to stay at home
So to put it in simple terms, my decision comes down to this: the university I’ll be studying at is in the same city I live in.
It really is that simple for me.
Of course, a lot of people move out for uni because they have to – it’s a lot of time, money and effort to commute when your university is in another city, after all.
But my university would be considered a stone’s throw away. I could walk it there (and will do the majority of the time, because gotta save that money). So I honestly don’t see the logic in me moving out. Why would I spend thousands of pounds per year, just to live probably half an hour away from where I already live, in a smaller room? Why would I go through the hassle of choosing which books to take with me, buying new things I’ll need for the accommodation, deciding what to leave behind, and then transporting it to…a flat down the road?
To me, there is literally no logic in that.
“But you won’t get the full uni experience!”
You see, I’m not someone who likes to go out at night, to clubs drinking and whatnot. In fact, it sounds like a nightmare to me. I might try it at some point, just for the sake of saying I tried it, but most of the time I can guarantee I will choose to stay at home, studying or reading or something. And when people talk about the “uni experience” in that way, more often than not they do mean the whole stereotypical “student” side of it – the chaos of freshers week as everyone gets drunk and party with new people every night. *shudders* Quite frankly, I won’t feel like I’m missing anything.
The actual everyday living side of it…I don’t know. I have actually experienced what it would be like to live in accommodation, sharing the place with a bunch of other people. And maybe I will miss out in that aspect. Who knows.
But I’ve also heard from numerous people that it doesn’t actually matter. People who live at home still make friends and go out at night if they want to. There’s a lot of stories from people who go out and just stay in their friend’s accommodation for a night or two. It’s hardly a stern barrier between those who moved out and those who didn’t, a barrier where the two types of people don’t interact.
That reminded me of Donald Trump, halp.
Worrying as ever
I worry. As always.
I went through a period of time when I seriously considered if I’d made the wrong decision. Maybe I should have chose a different university, and gone through the whole experience of moving out? In my longing to travel more, maybe it would have been perfect for me to go and live in another city?
And then I realised I could, if I really wanted to. I still had my second option, a university in another city. I could very easily choose to go there instead and do it all. And when that option became possible, I suddenly realised…no. That wouldn’t make sense.
This worry of mine originally came from my longing to travel. And yet if I moved away, the majority of my loan would be spent on the accommodation, so I’d only actually travel to that place and back home again for holidays. If I stay at home however, I’ll have a bit of leeway with money, meaning I’ll be able to travel much more whenever I can. And that thought gives me so much comfort because finally, at long last, I will actually be able to do it.
Still, it sucks to see everyone preparing for uni so much earlier than me. I actually hate having all this free time they dub “summer”, because the endless hours to fill overwhelms me. I need to have some sort of structure to my day again, something productive to do. So I’m just forever waiting for uni to start. And for most people, September is the month it all kicks off. A week or two in, everyone starts moving to their new homes, get to grips with the city, find out what’s happening and meet new people. And I absolutely adore hearing about it all. Meanwhile my course doesn’t start until the very end of September, so it’s still a good month away until I do anything really. So I half long for that bustle of moving out.
I’ll just live vicariously through everyone else’s stories.
And of course, I worry that I won’t make friends. I won’t be thrown into the situation of living with another group of people, and having to at least maintain a comfortable scene with them. I won’t be able to relate to most of the people in my class in the sense that “this is a new city!” or “omg is your accommodation like this?” And especially since I don’t like going out at night…well, I can’t see the socialising part going too well, honestly. But granted, I would have worried about that whether I was moving out or not. So there’s really no difference there.
We’ll see how it goes
And so, this is where I’m at. One huge mess of babbling thoughts, honestly. But for now, that’s enough babble for one post. But I’m sure I’ll keep you all updated, as things go on.
Are you moving out for uni? Or staying at home?
I’d love to hear about your uni experiences!
Until next time…
Come and visit me!