In which I realise that maybe things will work out well after all

For a long time in my life I quite honestly didn't have all that much to be particularly optimistic about. I have had my fair share of battles and my body bears the scars to prove it, some of them physical and others not so much. I refer to these as the 'dark and twisty's,' and yes I got that from Grey's. There was an extensive period of time in which I honestly didn't think that I would reach a point in my life where I was genuinely excited about the future but alas, that time has come.

Since I started High School I have been working my butt off with the intentions of getting into University but for a long time I had little idea what I wanted to peruse as a degree there, then in January last year my eyes were opened to the world of Optometry (pun not intended) and for the past year I have been putting every ounce of energy into getting into an Optometry course in Glasgow.

 In December last year my slaved over UCAS application was sent away and I spent the weeks following freaking out over the fact that my ultimate goal to become an Optometrist wouldn't be achieved due to the 'dark and twisty's' causing my exam results to be a little below where I had expected. After two months of waiting to hear back I had all but given up.

But this Monday while I was at work I happened to check my emails, as had become routine every time I had a chance, and shockingly I had received an offer to study Optometry in Glasgow next year. To be perfectly honest it still hasn't kicked in yet, not only am I going to be moving to city that makes me feel alive, I am going to be doing what I love. I get the chance to move out and learn how to be my own person without my parents, be myself and let my hair down every once in a while.

I still have to get an A in higher history this year but my hopes are high and let me tell you something, I will be working my ass off to get that god damned A. Getting in is so close and there is no other option other than achieving an A in history. 

There was a moment in school today where the sheer immensity of this began to hit me, that this moment that I had been dreaming of since I was a little girl was actually beginning to come true. In a few short months I will be packing up my life and moving down to a city populated by over 600,000 people. I will be simply a part of a crowd. I will know nobody, I can make an entirely new fresh start. I will no longer simply be my parents daughter, I will be my own person with my own life that I am in charge of.