Whilst it would be nice if life was one big Disney movie, where country girl moves to the city, makes amazing friends, meets the love of her life and turns into a rock star, this is not always the case. And not just because Miley Cyrus will never play me in a movie. Every year a stack of country kids pack up and migrate to the city to hopefully become mature, university attending young adults.
Don’t get me wrong; while we’re not a bunch of hillbilly hicks from the sticks who’ve never been to the big smoke before, moving away from your support network of family and friends is not always easy.
It tends to result in astronomical telephone bills, two-minute noodles becoming a staple in your diet and an unhealthy addiction to facebook. This, however, all comes after you face the initial nightmare of actually moving to the city. For instance, finding a house to rent which is even remotely liveable but still within a student budget is no easy task. Then finding someone willing to rent a house to an eighteen year old with no rental history and the label of first year uni student (aka twice as likely to throw a party and put a hole in the wall), also not easy. Not to mention the downright impossible task of finding nice, friendly and remotely sane people to live with.
I currently find myself living in a lovely house which although has cheap rent, also happens to be situated in a suburb which produces gasps from most Adelaide veterans who, unlike me at the time of application, are well aware of its less then popular reputation. And although it’s a unique opportunity to live on the same street as an adult massage parlour, needing three keys to get into your front door is less then appealing. On the up side, after many not so sane housemates, I have finally found two other great country students to live with. (Yes, they are out there!)
Making new friends is never easy and doing it at university is no exception, as many Adelaide students seem to rock up with a readymade clique of friends. Luckily, birds of feather do tend to flock together and my fellow country students have been a fantastic support base, not to mention lots of fun. You must then however begin juggling your family and friends from back home with your shiny new uni life. A predicament easily fixed though. You can either a) choose one and cut the other one loose or b) spend more time in your car travelling between the two, then actually doing anything when you get there. Do you choose to head home for the weekend and have a proper meal, or stay in town for that night out? Each equally as appealing to a university student, which means trying to keep up with commitments from both is a balance almost impossible to perfect.
I now find myself a third year university student and I feel like I may have finally settled into university life. I still struggle with overcrowded buses, nosy neighbours and never knowing which pubs are hot and which are not, but I do love coffee breaks at Aroma, Hamish and Andy on SAFM and having Macca’s for breakfast. I now unwittingly refer to both my house in Adelaide and my parents place at Millers Creek (don’t bother asking where it is, you won’t know) as my home. So as someone who is a little bit older and hopefully a little bit wiser then when I was at the beginning, I strongly advise all you first years from the country to hang in there, because not only will you end up loving it, but you’ll have a hell of an adventure along the way.