My New Old Room

     This is a picture of my room at university! You may wonder why I am putting up this picture. The answer is simple: I am moving out of it soon, and I think that I should commemorate my being here for eight months. Yeah, that's right. Eight whole months.

     You might remember me saying it was bland, ugly and smelly when I moved in. That is true, and I don't take those words back. It did still smell from time to time throughout the year too, mostly when I went home for Christmas and Easter. I would come back and be knocked down by the smell; musty and familiar.

     I quite like my room. I will be sad to see it go. It's home now. Mine. My very first room all of my own, without sharing. The funny thing is that this room is bigger than my room at home, even without sharing it with another human being. That just goes to show how much of an upgrade a smelly, dirty, freezing cold room is .... No, even though it's bigger, I do prefer my room at home. It's not as cold, smelly, dirty, stupidly positioned. Yeah, the list goes on. University Halls are not glamourous. I'd say you get what you pay for, but you don't. It's expensive.

     It'll be strange moving into another new room in September. I don't even know what room will be mine yet, but it's a weird thought. I'll be moving all my stuff home, only to move it all back a few months later, into a brand new house. Technically, the house isn't brand new. It's Victorian. But it'll be brand new to me!

     I hope it doesn't break as much as these Halls did. The cooker broke the other day; it won't ignite anymore, so we have to use matches. It's a battle of wills. You have a flame in one hand, burning down the match towards your fingers, and you have gas leaking into the air with which you need to put your hand next to in order to ignite, so it's pretty much a matter of who will get you first. I'm such a coward. I do a little dance with the flame, closer, further away, closer, further away, until the gas explodes and warms my hand, its way of warning me to stop being an idiot.

      Anyway, here is a picture of my notice board. I annotated it, but I don't think you can tell from the size of the picture. Maybe if you opened it in a new tab ... Here's a friendly list of the things that you will find on my notice board: A Linkin Park poster, a bell, a glowstick bracelet thing,  a picture of Jensen Ackles, a picture of me and my brother, handwritten Dead By Sunrise quotes, a picture of Chester Bennington, pictures of me and my friends, another picture of Chester Bennington and some tags to get into the local clubs. I know, I'm such an original genius with an amazing imagination. Go team!

     I guess in the end, this is a post to remind me of my first home away from home. If you understand that, you're not special or more intelligent, because everyone can understand that. Stop pouting, it's the truth. But yeah, this is my experience of University Halls and it needed to be documented. I will be moving out in less than a month, I think, and so I'm going to have to take more photos of my roommates and friends in my Halls.

     Here's to memories!