Thoughts whilst tidying

Tidying, as much as I hate it, helps me to think of things to blog about. I don't really understand how that works but maybe it's to do with all the things I find and the thought processes that they trigger. I was tidying up my pillboxes, and I'm seeing my mum tomorrow and I've got to give them back to her. Which made me think about my mum, and in turn, my family. I've been alive for 18 years, 4 months and 28 days. In my eyes, that's a really long time, because I suppose, for me, it's forever. But I was trying to think what the longest period of time that I'd previously been away from all of my family for. The answer that I conjured up after much thinking was about a week and a half. 10 days. Which really isn't long at all. I've been at university, separated from my family for 32 days now. Three times the previous length I'd been away from them. I have amazed myself with how well I've coped. I came here thinking that I would make no friends and be extremely lonely. Even when my friends, Alex in particular said that I could make friends without even trying, that I'd have to work really hard to make no friends, I didn't believe a word. It made no sense to me. But now I've been here for over a month; I have made friends. I've made friends with my flatmates, friends in my block, friends on my course and some friends from LGBT that I know will be friends for life. Even after two weeks we were talking about getting a house together next year, we all just click, which is such a cliché, but it's true. I never thought I'd be able to make friends so quickly, and feel the essential trust that you need to acquire to call somebody a friend in such a short time. It's amazed me. I really have shocked myself. Anyway, back to tidying.