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10th September 2013. Day 1. Starting a new life - almost.

I arrived at my new home early this afternoon. If I could call it new, I'm living in my Mum and Grans house, in Camberwell, South East London, i've spent a lot of time here before, and I guess this evening feels like so many other's i've spent here during summer holidays and Christmas. But it isn't. Today is my first day of however many years I'm going to spend here, that's quite a daunting prospect. The fact that at this moment in time, my future is completely open, and it's all up to me. It seems like a lot of power and responsibility to have, and I don't want to let myself down.

I guess I should start talking a little about myself. My name's Melanie. And i'm about to start a degree in Media and Communications at Goldsmith's, in New Cross. And what I really want to do is write. So i've started this diary, not only as a way of practicing, but as a way of keeping myself sane throughout the changes that i'm going to undergo this year. To tell you the truth, at the moment, i'm feeling very scared; in all honesty, i'm not really sure what i'm doing, how university will go, how the city will treat me and how i'm going to cope without my loved ones back in Norfolk, but all I know is when I wake up tomorrow i'm going to feel determined, i'm going to start the rest of my life in a few days time, and I can't afford to miss out on that.

I don't really have a clue how i'm feeling at the moment, disorientated, puzzled, scared, unsure and missing home an incredible amount, the worst thing is I knew I'd feel like this, I just hope it gets better soon, I came to the city for a reason, and i'm sure as hell going to try and not mess it up.

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