Leaving Home

Write about a journey in your life

I’m going to keep today’s blog post, short and sweet.  I’m tired, my tummy is a bit sore, and this head cold is doing my ‘head’ in, and I’m not in the mood to write.  Today is the day I’m like “Why oh Why did I decide to do a blog everyday challenge?”


Today I’m going to tell you my story of leaving home.

It was 1998, I was 17, and I was leaving home to head off to University.

I was enrolled in Monash, just like my sister.  Yet my sister was only a short bus ride away.  She was at Monash Clayton.  However, I was journeying to Monash Gippsland.  About 3 hours East of Melbourne.

There were a few reasons for the move.

  1. It had a course that I wanted to do.
  2. It was a fresh start.
  3. It was far enough away from home, but not too far.

I studied for a BA in Visual Arts.  My major is Photography, my minor being Printmaking.

My photography has shifted from film to digital, and I’ve had to learn how to edit using Photoshop. Which I now love and totally understand (yes I’ve done a few online courses that have helped immensely).

I loved printmaking, but it’s a dead art, just as well I’m exploring it in Illustrator with all my printmaking designs.

One of the major reasons is reason 2. It was a fresh start.
I just wanted a do-over.  I wanted to go somewhere where no one knew me, and where I could make new friends.  This was important to me, as my friendship group dissolved in my last 2 years of High School. So I felt lonely and undirectional (if that’s not a word, it is now).

I felt like I lost who I was.  But moving away from home, I had to rely on myself, and only me.  All of my decisions were my decisions.  All my mistakes were my mistakes, and all my triumphs were my triumphs because of me.

Going to Uni in the country helped shape the person I am today, and I wouldn’t change that, not for the world.

9 thoughts on “Leaving Home”

    1. I didn’t even graduate at my own campus, I ended up choosing to graduate at the Clayton campus, only cause it was way closer, saved the family 6 hours of driving.

    1. I had no car for the first 6 months, so did lots of walking, and taking the bus/train (living on campus helped).
      That happens when you don’t turn 18 till the middle of the year.

  1. The university I attended was 9 hours from my hometown. It was hard but the best decision ever. Like you said, it was a fresh start.

  2. I stayed at home all through uni, wished I had moved. I think that good life lessons can be learnt when one flies from the nest! Would love to see your print making work!

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