Today I say goodbye to my baby brother as he goes off to his first year of uni.
Okay he's not a baby, but he sure feels like one to me.
It feels like yesterday that I was first walking through the doors of LCF. A 'try hard' outfit, a glistening sheen of sweat, paired with my Starbucks macchiato. What a mess I was?!
If I could go back... I wouldn't!
University was a great experience. Not the actual course, but developing as a person, and learning new things about who I was. It's the only time of your life that you will have time. And what a precious time it was.
I hope my brother has an amazing experience, meets great people, and doesn't get Freshers Flu.
That shit lasts till Christmas.