Who knew that becoming a graduate could take so much out of you?!
Yep, that’s right. I’m a graduate now *screams in despair*. I have to be an adult and do adult things. Rolling around in bed until 3pm and living on a diet of beans on toast (occasionally with cheese on to spice things up a bit) is no longer acceptable. I walked across the stage, shook the hand, got the degree. £27,000 and 3 years of hard work printed right there on a single piece of paper. I’ve never experienced something so exciting yet completely terrifying.
As trivial as I make this whole becoming a graduate thing seem, I guess I can somewhat push the blame of my recent unplanned blogging absence upon it. I had the post uni breakdown, and boy did I 
breakdown hard. You know when you have something so good which you just didn’t anticipate having to let go of so soon? That’s exactly what happened to me, and I just didn’t want to have to deal with, or think about the fact that my time at university was over, so I just pretended it wasn’t there. Moving home has taken a while to adjust to again, but I’m getting there, and with that my blog has become something of a greater importance to me. I initially started this blog sat at home last summer, as a bit of a release, and a world away from a reality that I wasn’t particularly content with. Although I guess I’m back to that place again, at least I can enter back into that world with my fingertips at the ready on my keyboard and a blog waiting for me with a number of followers (still hopefully there!) to read my drivels as I leap back into the blogger world once again, this time leaping fully with two feet, rather than cautiously dipping my toes into it.
Third time lucky and all that jazz.
xoxo
thatenglishrose 