Hold onto your hats and prepare yourself for a long (maybe) blog post about my life, that you all probably don’t want to read.
So, it all began when I was born… (I promise it isn’t going to be one of ‘THOSE’ stories, just keep reading). My father was in the military, and so would spend time away in different countries during times of war. This pretty much meant that for months at a time it would be me, my mum, and my three other siblings. I mean I wasn’t lonely or anything. Although, there were birthdays that my dad couldn’t be at home for and one year he couldn’t come home for Christmas, so I suppose he may have had FOMO, except he couldn’t do anything about it because it was his job.
Then it comes around to starting secondary school. One day, I asked my mum and dad if I could go to boarding school, soooo… off I went to boarding school. Now there were times when I was at boarding school and a large family event would happen, or something really important would happen, and naturally I wouldn’t be able to make it home. Because home was 4 to 5 hours away (depending on traffic). So I would miss out, and FOMO strikes again.
This time, I’m sat at university. And my boyfriend is moving out from his family home, into his own apartment with his two friends. I am so unbelievably proud of him, because this is one of the biggest things he has done, but I also feel a bit down. I really wish that I was there with him, helping him move in, decorating his room, unpacking boxes. It’s a big part of his life and I would love to be a part of it, but right now I can’t… because of university.
Although, I suppose that it’s little sacrifices, like these, that make the future better. Being at university will give me the degree and dream job I want, so for now I just have to sacrifice little things. Even if it does mean missing out on important events. Everything happens for a reason, sometimes you don’t know the reason but it all becomes clear.
SCREW YOU FOMO!
See you soon!