So it's now just under three weeks to go until I move. To the other side of the UK. 600 miles away from all of my friends. It's only really starting to sink in that this is happening. It's all been made a teeny bit less scary by the fact that I've been chatting to other freshers on my course, and other courses, as well as my new flatmates, and everyone seems genuinely lovely. So I won't be going in feeling like I don't know anyone at all. Phew.
A few days ago I went to visit the theatre company I've been doing shows with for a couple of years, and sat in on the kids doing a rehearsal for Godspell. It's so strange seeing them getting ready for a show without me getting to be a part of it, but I'm so proud of all the work they're doing, and hopefully I'll make it back to see the show. Leaving them all is going to be hard, but they're excited for me. I guess I just have to go and do them proud now! And visit whenever I can, of course. It's like leaving a little, crazy family behind. Fingers crossed I go on to gain a new theatre family at uni.

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