2013; My First 1sts.

So as a new year rolls in, we all eagerly jump to mark the change of numbers with constantly updating our social media sites with what we've done. "OMG, FIRST MCDONALDS OF 2013 LOL LUV IT!!!!!" I hate the way that people feel the need to do this, but at the same time this year really will be a year full of firsts for me. So I shall write about them as they should happen or arise.

My first 1st of 2013 is this; I went horse riding. Not for the first time ever, but for the first time in over ten years. It was amazing! I had forgotten how strange it feels to put your complete trust in an animal taller, stronger and more instinctive than you are, and yet still come out alive. However, it has made me wonder if I should start riding again during the holidays. I was never a skilled rider, and I was always happy to trot along the fields watching as the rest of my fellow hackers galloped off to see what lay at the other side. But I did enjoy it, and when I got up on Jatinka it all came flooding back to me. Here is a picture to prove it.

My second 1st of 2013 happened this morning. My first goodbyes. Obviously leaving home is always hard, whether it's for a couple of weeks or a couple of months, but I might not get the chance to go home until June. I've become really close to my parents since I took my gap year and I hate the fact that leaving them upsets me so much because I know that I have so much fun, I'll see them in a month anyway when they come down to see Hair and that they're really proud of me for doing what I'm doing. But somehow that doesn't make shutting my front door behind me after packing the car full of suitcases any easier. I have no shame in admitting that I, a 22 year old young woman with a life that many would envy, cried myself to sleep last night because I didn't want to leave, and genuinely contemplated dropping out of uni just to avoid the pain of leaving my mum in the hallway in her black dressing gown for potentially the last time this side of summer. It got harder still in a hallway hundreds of miles away when my dad dropped the last of my things by the bottom of the stairs, opened his arms to hug me and told me to behave and stay in touch. I'm too proud to let him know it, but as soon as the door shut I cried again and I've just about stopped now. But at least my darling boyfriend is coming tonight to save me from myself and my self-pitying ways.

Us having a laugh about breaking the sofa on my 21st birthday.

Background Blog: A song about firsts and lasts, and how they'll affect you always.