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 a mood to write.  Today is the day I’m like “Why oh Why did I decide to do a blog every day 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 into Monash, just like my sister.  Yet my sister was only a short bus ride away.  She was at Monash Clayton.  Me 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 a BA of Visual Arts.  My major being 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 me, 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.