I applied for my first internship this week. It’s for a paid summer placement with an advertising agency in Edinburgh, which would be good because as much as I hate the thought of leaving Glasgow (more on that later) at least I know I’d have my brother and cousins and a decent number of friends there already. I’m not getting my hopes up too much because there are probably a lot of applicants, but it would be nice to at least get an interview out of it so I can get some experience with that. It’s also a nice feeling to have something in the works. Finishing uni is scary.
I also came to the decision this week that I will be moving back to Prestwick when my current lease runs out in February. I do not want to leave Glasgow at all, and if it was up to me I’d be staying right here in this flat until I graduate, but for a load of reasons there was no solution other than moving back in with my parents. Goodbye sex and social life, I will miss you, but at least I’ll save some money.
I have a few weeks left in my little boudoir, and I intend on doing as much partying as possible while I’m still able to stumble home from Sauchiehall Street.
