Estella Mosca, Online Lifestyle Editor, looks at what lifestyle is and what it really means to leave home.
Writing for the lifestyle section seemed pretty perfect for me, but starting it made me question what, or where, my ‘lifestyle’ really is.
Lifestyle? What lifestyle? Mine or yours? Uni or home? Falmouth or London?
I was really excited to go to university, and had specifically chosen a place far away from home. But leaving was more difficult than I had expected, and I was forced to stomach an unwelcome goodbye.
After having lived in London pretty much my whole life, moving to Penryn has been a big change, and not one which I’ve welcomed in as graciously as others. My flatmates are treated to a stream of incessant chatter about all the things I miss about the city. Recently, however, I’ve begun to spend less time whining about the inexistence of Uber and more debating whether Pip’s or Rowe’s pasties are best (Rowe’s, obviously).
Being away means that when things get difficult, there’s an alternative to facing up to that. I like to retrace my steps back home, to the knot that keeps me anchored – as at that point, anything can be blamed on the fact that you’re somewhere completely new.
However, before you know it, university soon begins to feel like home – I even started to question whether returning to London would seem foreign.
But it didn’t, rather, being back felt like I never left.
So then, where is my home? Where and what is my lifestyle?
Trying to answer these questions made me realize that, home isn’t a place, but a person – people. University is such a unique experience: there are so many people thrown into a new place, doing new things, forming new relationships. Even the simplest trip to Asda feels like we’re strangely responsible, like we’re all just pretending to be adults.
Everything is elevated. People you’ve known for mere months become your best friends and habits you pick up become rituals that you can’t imagine stopping.
Don’t get me wrong, I still miss the city (and will always long for Uber).
But home isn’t something tangible: it’s part of us. Hearing the theme song from a favourite TV show makes us feel nostalgic for the same reason that we feel so comfortable around our new friends.
Just don’t forget to call your parents every once in a while – and make sure you don’t accidentally call Falifornia ‘home’ in front of Mum.