As the sun sets in the west, it rises again in the east.

Lying on my bed like a slightly conventional teenager: laptop in front, country music blaring, boyfriend on Skype. 

This is the last weekend of my summer. I move out on Wednesday, and jump into a scene of parties, cooking, study, and wellies. The thought of university is daunting and exciting and saddening. 

New friends, new rooms, new prospects, new mistakes, new lessons. 

Here's to another change. 
Fingers crossed.