There is something simultaneously both exciting and terrifying about first days. Today was my first day at my new university and I spent most of the 2 hour bus journey there worrying about things. Did I have everything I needed? Did I look ok? Did I remember to lock the front door? Will the other students be friendly?
As horrible as it is to spend time worrying it just made me that much happier when I realized that everything was ok and that I had the answers to those questions that were bothering me.
Did I have everything I needed?
Yes and more. (sunglasses and umbrella anyone?)
Did I look ok?
I looked fine, not amazing, but that isn't really what university is about anyway.
Did I remember to lock the front door?
Yes, thankfully. I never usually worry about this but yet today of all days it popped into my head - typical.
Will the other students be friendly?
Of course they were. I went and had lunch with four other students and they were all really lovely. One girl in particular I really clicked with and we spent a lot of time giggling in between lectures.
In a nut shell that is why I love first days so much. That moment when the worry gives way and you realize you are at the beginning of a really exciting time in your life. There isn't much else that gives you that feeling.