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So, let us begin. I'm currently packing my life into a suitcase to take to University. This was event I was thoroughly looking forward to two weeks ago (yep, my calendar is sparse) the time has come and it's actually quite depressing. Most of my cohort (I'm no child prodigy, I'm starting freshers at the normal age) have already left but none of them actually told me how strange packing is. Basically it's the challenge of putting everything you think you need to survive into a flimsy portable container for easy transportation. Now as a method for transporting loads suitcases are satisfactory; they've become the norm ( I use the word 'norm' in the colloquial sense meaning societies standard) but like the humble Ford Fiesta people choose this through lack of enlightenment. I've had this idea about intra-country luggage transportation for a while. Consider a place; perhaps a kiosk or some form of booth, that vacuum wrapped your clothing into dense blocks. These blocks would be buoyant, and if the origin and intended destination for aforementioned parcels were near the coast and I had a tidal expert at my disposal, the products could be safely flung out to sea, in the knowledge that they'll resurface within 3 kilometers of their respective owners. So anyway, packing leaves behind this empty room that feels both homely and alien, similar to seeing someone in the same jumper that you illogically favour. Oh yeah, I also invent words to fully summarise a situation. You'll get used to it. I'm not an emotional person, but seeing the room that I've lived in for ten years slowly give up it's content to this rectangular wheel-possessing bag saddens me, and I know it's for a good reason but i can't help shake the feeling that it's the end of an era. I need to reflect more on this, on a lighter note duck quacks do echo so hey, swings And round-abouts. Till next time.

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Greetings. Well this is awkward. Off the bat I want to explain my decision of omitting 'Night' from the title. Obviously 'Good Night' is a terrible way of starting a conversation, more importantly, I don't know you (the reader) well enough to wish you a 'Good Night', I think we can all agree that it'd be a little weird if I did. I digress, onwards. So I guess I should do the thing that's really cliché (Sidebar: I really hate that word, and can justify why in 3 points. Firstly, it just looks akward. If Cliché was a student at school it'd be that one kid who liked licking paper. Secondly, it sounds so pretentious, it uses that accent on the 'e' and there are so many options; ê,ë,é and è, and we can all agree that no sane person can commit the time or effort to selecting the right one. I'll consult my French friend on it eventually. Enough of this little excerpt, onwards and downwards) and explain what this blog will be about (can we take a moment to admire that masterful use of brackets). In all honesty I'm not entirely sure. It's a bit of a hectic time for me right now, I'm due to start my undergraduate degree in less than a week and feel the need to record my experience for my future self. The act of typing this out is good for me, grounding whilst I'm lost in the fog. There is no Audience for this, it'll include snippets of my life cunningly interwoven with observations on society, life, death, my immediate environment and everything in between. One more thing, I won't proof read these posts so consider the mistakes as a little game; the first person to find 50 wins a prize (Legal Disclaimer, the prize referred to in the statement immediately before these brackets is the unique opportunity to give me a gift. I don't expect anything valuable but I think we all agree that it should be). I think that's enough for now. Here we go...