Lincoln, Lockdown and A Love Note

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything that isn’t a news article or a feature, right?
Since the UK went into lockdown, everyone has taken up old or new hobbies. Whether that’s arts and crafts or perfecting a skill such as baking, finally understanding sourdough starters and banana bread, everyone’s doing something.

If anything, I’ve used the time in lockdown to just do nothing. And in a way, I’m not ashamed that I’ve done nothing, nor am I entirely pleased with myself. Since starting university in 2017, I rarely had a weekend to myself without either heading to work or heading to the library to stare at my laptop and cry for a few hours. So now that it’s all over, I decided it was time to just relax.
I didn’t expect uni to finish the way it did, but then again, no one did. I’ve not been able to say bye properly to friends I’ve made over these past three years, I was not able to go for a meal and a night out to celebrate handing in our dissertations, and I wasn’t able to cook a meal for everyone in our student house and watch a film together, one last time. And although I’m really lucky to be isolating with Harry, it really is a shame that we did not get to have the final summer months with our friends.

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When it came to uni, I know that I tried my best. As of right now, I don’t have my final grades back yet, but regardless of what happens, I can happily say that I have tried my best and produced some work that I really am proud of. During my time at uni I’ve discovered what I want to do in future, met some really wonderful people and taken some time to discover myself.  My mental health took a bit of a rollercoaster ride during my time at uni. There were times where I didn’t look after myself properly and as a result, my relationships and work suffered. In third year, I finally decided to do something about it. I was put on a “Low Mood Course” which did nothing for me. I was in a slump when I was told to go to these sessions, and if I missed more than one session, I was removed from the course. I missed two sessions, one was due to being on work experience (which I had explained previously to the course leader, but they were having none of it.) and the other was just because I couldn’t face the world that day. I had no follow-up call, and I was not checked on after this. I’m not trying to have a go at anyone, but now that university is finished and I’ve had time to reflect, I see that that isn’t right.78689594_1017390748653731_6114207613136666624_nAt the end of June, we move out of the house that we’ve lived in for two years. It may sound trivial, or just downright silly, but I’m really going to miss this house. It’s been the centre of many a pre-drinks, some arguments, but mostly a place where anyone could pop round and just chat absolute crap for hours upon hours. Yes, it isn’t the most glamorous house, with spiders hidden everywhere, and the steep staircase that nearly everyone who’s visited has nearly fallen down, but it was home for us. The movie nights with friends, the meals we’ve made together, the birthday parties and the games nights are just a few of the times that make me a bit emotional when I think about leaving. This post is sort of a love note to our little house on Rudgard Lane.
I love my room here. The sheer amount of bits and bobs that I can’t bear to part with make it cosy, and make it mine. The bed is uncomfortable, with springs that dig into my back and occasionally stab me in the side at 3am, but I’ve gotten used to it. My room is my favourite room in the house, because of all the time I’ve spent in here, writing coursework or just binge-watching a series with Harry.

I’ve called Lincoln my home for the last three years, and it’s very different to Milton Keynes. If you had told me three years ago that I’d be moving to a place with no real shopping centre and a steep hill, I’d have laughed you out of the room. But Lincoln has grown to be a place that I’ll treasure. Whether I’m wheezing my way up Steep Hill, or  avoiding horses on West Common, I know that I’ll miss living here. There’s lots I’ll miss about Lincoln, but rather than just missing the place itself, I’ll miss the memories I’ve made, the people I’ve met on nights out that I somehow have on Facebook now and the places I’ve visited. I know that hopefully one day I’ll be able to go on a road trip to Skegness or Cleethorpes with everyone again, but at this point, who knows when?

I know that I’m making it sound like once I’ve left Lincoln, I will never be able to return. And in a way, it’s true. I won’t be coming into Lincoln and popping back to my house to get my notebook that I left at home, or nipping to Sainsbury’s or Co-op. I’ll most likely be staying in a hotel, having a weekend away to reminisce about the good old days of crying in the library with a meal deal in my bag. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

I don’t really know what this post is for, or who it’s for. But if you’ve taken the time to read this, thank you. Thank you for reading my work over the last few years, or even reading one of my blogs now, cause either way, without this blog, I wouldn’t have anywhere to properly talk about what’s going on in my head.

 

 

One thought on “Lincoln, Lockdown and A Love Note

  1. As always Skye beautifully written and honest I wish you luck for your results (I’m sure you don’t need it) and for your future I love reading your blogs 👍😘

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