Living away from home for half the year means that, like most Uni students, my life is split between two places. I have different friends, a different house, different people that I live with, different favourite places and – what I found to be surprisingly important – different clothes.
When choosing what clothes to pack for University I thought I was being critical and narrowed down my wardrobe to things I would actually wear. It worked to an extent… I still have too many clothes but at least most of the items are worn regularly, but now I find myself coming back home for the holidays convinced that the clothes I left behind are unwearable. Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t exactly changed in size in the last year, and they definitely still fit me, but none of them feel like “me” anymore, and it’s a really weird feeling. I was reflecting on this the last time I went home, and I wanted to be able to vocalise my feelings about it better, so I thought I’d confront them straight on, and try on some of the left behind pieces that I used to wear all of the time…
Hey, I'm Jasmine Burke. A girl in her twenties fresh out of Uni that's trying to write in any way that she can. I go under the branch of "lifestyle" but honestly, you can find pretty much anything on here.
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