Moving on, growing up and life is still going on.

So last time we spoke I think I was just coming to the end of my A-Levels – they’re all done now and I’m currently waiting on the results which come out on Thursday. I am scared, but for once I kind of believe in myself and all that I have worked for, so I’m just praying that it all pays off and that I get in to university.

Ah university. My feelings about going to university tend to fluctuate a lot; from being excited to down-right petrified. It’s going to be so strange to move on from my cosy life in a little town filled with family and memories, to a new city where I have endless capacities of new memories, friends and ultimately a life to build for myself. I don’t have a “plan B” which only intensifies my worry but I think it is about time that I actually start to believe in myself and reap the rewards from my hard work.

I never thought that I would feel so calm about leaving college, but I guess it won’t feel real until they all go back for another year and I start moving in to my halls. It will probably hit me and I’ll be a bit dumbstruck. I spent three life-changing years there and I wouldn’t have altered a single thing or had it any other way. It’s not so much the building, although I knew it offered me security, it’s more so the people of whom I am still very much in contact with and hope to be for a very long time. After-all, these amazing people have helped me grow and develop in to the Jemma that I am now.

Regardless of Thursday’s outcome, life will still very much be moving onwards, and either way I will still be starting the next journey of my life. I do not know the direction in which my life will go, and I kind of like it that way.