The Charleesi has reached that time in her life where she has started to consider what comes after her A-Levels. Actually, that’s not entirely true, she’s been thinking about it for a while, it’s just that the process of looking at universities has begun in earnest this week.
Over the next few weeks, accompanied by either myself or her mother, the Charleesi plans to visit the places she is considering for reading her degree. I’m both relieved and bemused by how far and wide she’s looking. Relieved because her proposed choices are based on the courses of study and reputation rather than proximity to home and familiar territory; bemused because of how much travelling is lined up this month as a result.
This week saw the first visit, to Exeter. It’s one of the places I looked at when I was her age, so when I next see her I’ll be interested to hear what she made of it and how it has changed since my visit. For now, I have the photos she’s sent me and the chatty messages describing her journey.
If I had any doubts that she’s grown to be a formidable young woman, her excitement and focus in arranging her itinerary and areas of proposed study would have firmly dispelled them. I couldn’t be prouder, and I must admit to being envious. My recollection is of being nowhere near as driven and organised as she is.