These days have been flying past in a haze of summer swims and barbecues on the beach. And now they’re running out and I’ll have to pack my stuff and leave the cosy life in my family house behind. The idea of university doesn’t excite me. It did when it was a comfortable distance away but now I’m dreading it. I’ve convinced myself that everyone I meet there will hate me, which is not logical but I can’t stop myself believing it. I like coming downstairs and curling up on the sofa with the rest of my family. I like not having to cook every meal for myself and I like my room with the wallpaper of cows and ducks which hasn’t changed since I was little. I hope with all of my heart that I will enjoy university, in the end.