Moving cities and starting school again at 25 - warning might get deep
Oh hello again, I'm back again quite soon but for good reasoning. Today I started my masters course (well kind of.) Today was an introduction lecture which I'll be honest did overwhelm me and excite me at the same time; and all I wanted to do is write about it (think I've found a new hobby, yay me.) So nearly three weeks ago I moved to the beautiful city of Manchester - beautiful but chuffing hell, a scary place, people aren't lying when they're saying it's a mini London. Like I said previously I want to be transparent and if I'm being my little authentic self I had some major adjustment issues. I spent my first week in tears the majority of the time, feeling alone, overwhelmed and stressed. I sort of pinned most of my issues down to money (fuck you Jeff Bazos.) I moved to Manny without any financial stability behind me and in hindsight I probably should've sorted that out before I came. But listen everything is solvable, and if you really want someth...