Tom's Moving Away! | Lifestyle

Hello, everyone! 

I know this isn't one of the promised mental health awareness posts, but I can promise that you will have one to read tonight.

Tom has been mentioned loads in my posts, because he became a massive part of my life last October. We are very attached and have done a lot of fun and interesting things together. I've never written any specific posts about our relationship because I think if I wrote something about how much he meant to me, you would be reading for a very long time, and I'm not very good with romance either.

But because this is such a massive milestone, and I couldn't wait for our one year anniversary, I thought I would write something about his new university adventure...

November 2015

 I think I must have explained to you how I first met Tom. It was through a really good friend of mine  he met whilst starting the school I left just months before, so he could do his A levels.

We had three 'meet ups' (I hate the word 'date'). The cinema and a swanky coffee bar, an Asking Alexandria concert and then Alton Towers (which was where the official relationship began). 

Since then, everything has been amazing. I would consider it to be my first proper, loving and serious relationship. And I wouldn't change anything about that. We've done so much together, had rows, done a bit of traveling. Everything I've wanted. There's never been a moment where I've not been happy, because of him.

But this isn't about me. 

This summer, Tom got through clearing at Derby University to study Early Years and Childhood studies, so he could go on and be a primary school teacher. What an amazing one he'd be as well. 

I can't remember how he decided he wanted to teach. I'd spoken to him about how much I loved some of my previous placements at schools, and so many people had told him how good he'd be at teaching. 

This became evident when he came to help me babysit and read 'Milly Molly Mandy' for the children with an array of ridiculous voices.

Tomorrow is the big day where Tom moves out of his family home, and into university accommodation. I feel kind of crap because I couldn't get the day off work to go and help, or visit for a bit. 

We've agreed to have around a week or so of space, so he can go out, have fun and make new friends. I'm not going to be a paranoid girlfriend and call him every minute to see what he's doing or if I can come. It's his time. 

But this is going to be so weird! We've not really had a day or two apart for the past four weeks going on outings and sleeping over. The change that can happen in the space of a month is mad. 

I'm not going to go on any more and make things uncomfortable for you to read, because I know what I'm like when reading romance novels. I cringe uncontrollably. 

But

I will say one more thing

I hope Tom has the most fantastic time at university, and I will be there every step of the way. Pinching your books for my own assignments and coming to visit and let you make me lots of lovely student meals! And of course, if you ever need anything, I will be on the door step waiting to help.

Lots and lots of love