Now That I'm Here...
It's ten to one in the morning. I have spent the day out with a friend, running errands and then spring cleaned my room until late before sitting down with my mum on the sofa. We speak about the next few days until I begin to cry, overwhelmed by the prospect of it. It is ten to one in the morning, meaning it's my last day in Glasgow. My last day before I move to another city, to start University and training to be a Midwife. It feels like it's been due a long time now. From carefully writing the vital Personal Statement, gathering experience and references to my two interviews in February. I remember having one the Monday, getting into the taxi and feeling sick with dread. I remember sitting down in front of a panel, every task was done with a slight shake of nerves and doubt. My interview on Friday was slightly different. I remember being on the early train to Edinburgh, feeling nervous but also just excited for them both to be over - one down, one to go. I had much be
