Today I went to York for the day. I caught the train in the morning and met my mum and dad there. We had lunch and tea and coffee and wandered the streets, visiting shops. Spending time together.
I've been catching trains on my own since I was seventeen and started to go to university open days. (Wow, that's just about half my life ago.) I've always been confident. I've never been bothered about getting on a train alone.
Today, though. Today it was really hard.
I've not been further than five miles away from D since this happened. It was really hard getting on the train. Travelling a hundred miles away.
I did it. It was hard. But I did it.
Things that used to be second nature to me, that I never even thought twice about - they're not as simple any more.
It really is hard to realise that I'm not the same me I've always been.