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Showing posts with label Student accommodation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Student accommodation. Show all posts

Thursday, 4 June 2015

Let the chaos commence...

We ring our youngest daughter as we leave the motorway to collect her from university at the end of her second year. Sophia has been conspicuous by her lack of communication all week and I say, 'Hi, we'll be there in an hour.' I am taken aback by her reply, 'Oh, I've just woken up, are you picking me up today?' She may have heard me say, 'Grrrrr,' among other things, before she starts to giggle and adds, 'Only kidding.'
 
Mr A and myself suspect that she was hard at work making the most of the peace before we descend and attempt to cram all of her treasured belongings stuff into the car. We'd guessed that she wouldn't have packed and our fears are confirmed as we arrive to tackle the chaos that is student accommodation.

The rest of the morning is spent packing and cleaning the house before locking up and heading into town for lunch. Sophia has hysterics over a small spider stuck to her jumper. I end up removing it and remind her that she's about to spend ten weeks in the Oregon wilderness this summer.

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Mr A's top talent is sandwiching all of our beloved daughter's belongings into the car. I don't know how he does it - but somehow everything goes in, and the pillow thoughtfully stashed behind my back makes for a relaxed return journey. I am feeling ever so slightly exhausted after staying out until 1 am and getting up a little after five.

Sophia arrives home with twelve loads of washing and some of her kitchen stuff. Where does it all go I wonder? Is there a stash of pans and cutlery in a heap somewhere in every university city along with all the odd socks that would make pairs if only they found their way home again?

We're home in time for dinner and I'm comatose on the sofa by 9 pm. The washing is abandoned in the garage, the conservatory filled with uni kit and she's spirited the stuff she actually wants up to her room. She immediately requests that we extract the large suitcase from the loft as she needs to pack and leave again next week. After heading off to bed, I'm woken at 1 am by my daughter, 'Mum, you don't have a spare toothbrush do you?' Will there ever be a time when my kids don't wake me up?


I have spent the past week preparing for the onslaught of chaos. The freezer is filled with home-cooked meals, the house was tidy before Sophia arrived. And heck, I've even baked.

And, I have no idea how it happens, but somehow you forget the mayhem of life together as a family and get used to a simple existence with only a cat and husband for company. Although you miss hugs and the scent of your children - it appears that they cope rather admirably without you. The latter is sad, but comes with the realisation that your beloved offspring are preparing to fly the nest for good.  

Olivia arrived home on Tuesday. It's delightful to have both daughters home at the same time. And so, if I'm not around so much during the next week - it's because I'm making the most of our time together before they vanish all over again.

Wishing everyone a fabulous weekend - whatever you're up to x

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Wednesday, 17 September 2014

Letting Go and Moving On...

Beloved daughter Olivia moved into her new uni accommodation back in July and was a complete poppet for making her own way home (how she describes uni - sob!) last weekend, after spending the month with us. It was tough to see her leave with her suitcase and holdall and to know that apart from weekly Skype sessions, it's unlikely we'll get to see her again before Christmas. The previous night she'd snuggled up next to me on the sofa, I made the most of hugging her and hoped that the memory would last a very long time.

Our other daughter, Sophia meanwhile, moved out of halls in June, brought all of her belongings back home and hence needed to move back to uni on Monday.

Sophia might be only 125 miles from home but the journey can be a difficult one. We are at the mercy of the motorway network and this can be a complete nightmare. We set off at 7am on Monday morning resigned to the fact that the day would be a long one and armed only with Ibuprofen and the promise of lunch at Carluccios.

We hadn't reached the end of the road before realising that there was a bag left behind in the hall. After retrieving this, we head off once more. As predicted the traffic was hellish and we arrived feeling knackered and unprepared for the day of chaos that lay ahead.

Her new house is fairly lovely for student accommodation and by the time we've unloaded and made her room habitable, it was looking rather gorgeous. We realised that we'd left all of the coat hangers behind and needed to buy an extension cable, but apart from that, it looked pretty good. We had no idea what else has been left behind? All of this will unfurl eventually and I'll get to send lots of stuff on in the post. Sophia is excited to be home and is looking forward to living in a house, rather than halls.

After shopping to replace some of the missing items, we headed off for lunch. Carluccios was a little bit of heaven after a busy morning and provided a final opportunity to spoil our daughter before she starts to fend for herself in the kitchen.

After lunch, we stopped off at the supermarket where Sophia flung lots of cheap student staples expensive stuff into the trolley with great enthusiasm as she knew that mum was going to pick up the tab!

Her cupboards and fridge were bulging by the time we'd unpacked all of the shopping and soon it was time for Mr A and myself to head home. I steal every opportunity to extract hugs from my daughter and whisper words of encouragement for the year ahead. I drive home feeling very sad indeed.

If the journey to uni on Monday morning was slow, the way home it was even worse. The M6 was closed and we had to take a detour that delayed us by more than 2 hours. We arrive home eventually to be greeted by a stroppy cat who has been home alone for more than 14 hours and we are too tired for anything but sleep.

This summer has been a hectic one with both daughters in our 3-bed detached. There were days when I couldn't hear myself think and I craved only peace and quiet and solitude. But now that they're gone, the house is too empty and I wish that I'd gone with the flow and made more of the mayhem. I find myself talking to the cat and contemplating finding a full-time job to fill the gap.

I hope that year 2 at uni is even more fabulous than the first. I hope that my daughters continue to mature into incredible young women and cherish every minute of the freedom that is theirs for the taking. There will probably never be another time in their lives when they are as free as they are now. They are happily settled at uni, lucky enough to be studying subjects they are passionate about and to share a house with exceptionally good friends.

It's a pleasure to see my daughters make their way in the world. At times it's also hard to acknowledge that I need to let go, but my daughters are growing up and it's what I must do....

Until next time...

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