It’s been some time since I last blogged, and it doesn’t take a genius to work out why: I have literally done NOTHING with my summer!
I am in a tough place at the moment; battling against the confines of the rural end of the earth and (quite literally) counting down the days until I return back to Leeds, where someone is kind enough to press ‘play’ on my life again. I really struggle when I come home and temporarily lose my independence, my new friends and the life to which I have become so accustomed. The transition from uni to back home is a million times more challenging than that of home to uni for me! Unthinkable really, but true nonetheless. A night out has to be planned like a military operation around here- meeting time? Taxi booked? Sleeping arrangements? There’s no sign of the Leeds morale here, (oooh it’s five to eleven, shall we go out at half past and chance a cab at 3am with Amber taxi’s before strolling into uni for a 9am?) so to save the hassle, it’s easier to go without the night out!
It doesn’t help either, when I go to move my belongings into my new home for next year - which I have already paid an extortionate amount of money for despite not yet living in! - only to find that not even a tramp would be grateful of stepping foot through the newly painted front door. It’s okay decorating the outside, but what about the DISGUSTING fridge, broken blinds and utter grime concealed within the property which I am supposed to call home?! As mum often says… there is no point decorating a dead christmas tree… or something like that anyway!
Students are constantly being exploited in tenancy agreements. Just because we are young and yet to properly own/rent property, it is assumed that we do not know our rights or even where we do, we are not expected to stand up for them - that said, even if we did, we would receive discriminatory treatment just because we fit the specification of the ‘student stereotype’ - well my landlord has picked a fight with the wrong law student! I shall very much enjoy fighting for my cause and trying to get my house in some form of habitable condition before my planned birthday celebrations next weekend. Why should I compromise my weekend of fun for someone who should have had the house spotless almost 5 weeks ago?!
Aside from the house dramas, the ruined birthday plans and this summer shaping up to be the worst one in the history of my life ever, at least I have a job to keep me going… although it is slightly depressing when you need a job to relieve the boredom more than you do for the money!
And the moral of this story is…..? You can take the girl out the city, but you can’t take the city out of the girl… back to Leeds now please!