I am sitting on my bed with boxes, suitcases and bags filled to the brim with everything I bought to university. However there were new things, people, memories, experiences, that I couldn't put into boxes, so I have safely and embedded them into my memory instead.
I am moving out of halls in 2 days. I am saying goodbye to the beautiful double bed in my little room and flat that I have inhabited for 10 months, and I am heading back to a single bed and wonderful home cooked food.. It feels strange to be moving out. There are only 3 of us left in the flat that used to be a flat of 6. The others have gone home and left this place very quiet. In fact the whole of halls is quiet, can everyone come back please? I don't know where to start in saying goodbye to university life for the summer. I will miss the freedom, I will miss Bournemouth and more importantly I will miss the people that I have met during my first year.
Lets start with Flat 102, the "Floor 4 Massive". My home, that has been the place of mischief, a place of too much drinking, a whole year of fun was had and we even saw the start of a relationship for two of my flatmates. The things I will miss most about Room 6, Flat 102 include; The extremely bright lights, the automatic toilet light that randomly comes on at night, the certain part of the floor where I would sometimes wake up after a night out, the guy from across the way who always smiles at me as I close my curtains, the double bed (the love of my life), The sound of the train coming past ever 10/20 minutes, the extremely thin walls that allowed me to hear everything that my next door neighbour was doing, my pin board that was only ever half covered and my heater that always smelt like it was going to set on fire. I have grown to love it. I don't want to say goodbye.
After 10 months living with my flatmates I feel like we have all grown as people. We all started out awkwardly asking each other questions about our life and not really hanging out together. I feel that in the last few months, we all got along a lot better (apart from the bin situation), I hung out with 2 of my flatmates more (the others kept themselves to themselves or were out being all couple-y) and I know that I can call them my "friends", not just "flatmates". I mean I am living with one of them next year, who'd have thunk it at the start of the year!
This year has taught me so much, not only about life, and myself but about other people. How happy they can make you, how annoyed they can make you and how you can love every single person when you are drunk. Nights out are a massive part of uni life. Drinking is a students favourite way to socialise, thats how we meet new people when we are not walking round uni. Since the start of first term I have spent nights in town, nights in the student bar, nights at the beach, nights in pubs, nights in drinking mulled wine and watching Elf, all with the amazing people that I have befriended here. Sometimes I have come home with maker pen scribbles on my arms, covered in red paint, with a seriously bruised arm (after trying to jump a bollard and failing), with make-up all over my face, carrying slices of pizza or subways, and more recently I came home with a sore ankle after falling over and apparently damaging a ligament. Each night out has given me a new story. Some I can completely remember and others, people have to remind me (or just tell me everything) about things I did that night or how I got the millions of bruises on my legs. I can tell you now, Tequila.. NOT my friend.
It is almost like a different world here at uni. You can walk around in our pyjamas all day and people will not judge you, it is strange to hear that people go to before 1am, heading out in fancy dress is almost an everyday occurrence, you constantly find things on the floor or on the stairs that you really didn't want to see, and you can walk to another flat at 2am just to talk and hangout.
I cant wait to get back in September, move into our new house and start the second year of my course. University has been an amazing experience so far, even though at times it was hard (I am not going to lie about that). My first year of university is over.. WOW.
xxx
I am moving out of halls in 2 days. I am saying goodbye to the beautiful double bed in my little room and flat that I have inhabited for 10 months, and I am heading back to a single bed and wonderful home cooked food.. It feels strange to be moving out. There are only 3 of us left in the flat that used to be a flat of 6. The others have gone home and left this place very quiet. In fact the whole of halls is quiet, can everyone come back please? I don't know where to start in saying goodbye to university life for the summer. I will miss the freedom, I will miss Bournemouth and more importantly I will miss the people that I have met during my first year.
Lets start with Flat 102, the "Floor 4 Massive". My home, that has been the place of mischief, a place of too much drinking, a whole year of fun was had and we even saw the start of a relationship for two of my flatmates. The things I will miss most about Room 6, Flat 102 include; The extremely bright lights, the automatic toilet light that randomly comes on at night, the certain part of the floor where I would sometimes wake up after a night out, the guy from across the way who always smiles at me as I close my curtains, the double bed (the love of my life), The sound of the train coming past ever 10/20 minutes, the extremely thin walls that allowed me to hear everything that my next door neighbour was doing, my pin board that was only ever half covered and my heater that always smelt like it was going to set on fire. I have grown to love it. I don't want to say goodbye.
After 10 months living with my flatmates I feel like we have all grown as people. We all started out awkwardly asking each other questions about our life and not really hanging out together. I feel that in the last few months, we all got along a lot better (apart from the bin situation), I hung out with 2 of my flatmates more (the others kept themselves to themselves or were out being all couple-y) and I know that I can call them my "friends", not just "flatmates". I mean I am living with one of them next year, who'd have thunk it at the start of the year!
This year has taught me so much, not only about life, and myself but about other people. How happy they can make you, how annoyed they can make you and how you can love every single person when you are drunk. Nights out are a massive part of uni life. Drinking is a students favourite way to socialise, thats how we meet new people when we are not walking round uni. Since the start of first term I have spent nights in town, nights in the student bar, nights at the beach, nights in pubs, nights in drinking mulled wine and watching Elf, all with the amazing people that I have befriended here. Sometimes I have come home with maker pen scribbles on my arms, covered in red paint, with a seriously bruised arm (after trying to jump a bollard and failing), with make-up all over my face, carrying slices of pizza or subways, and more recently I came home with a sore ankle after falling over and apparently damaging a ligament. Each night out has given me a new story. Some I can completely remember and others, people have to remind me (or just tell me everything) about things I did that night or how I got the millions of bruises on my legs. I can tell you now, Tequila.. NOT my friend.
It is almost like a different world here at uni. You can walk around in our pyjamas all day and people will not judge you, it is strange to hear that people go to before 1am, heading out in fancy dress is almost an everyday occurrence, you constantly find things on the floor or on the stairs that you really didn't want to see, and you can walk to another flat at 2am just to talk and hangout.
I cant wait to get back in September, move into our new house and start the second year of my course. University has been an amazing experience so far, even though at times it was hard (I am not going to lie about that). My first year of university is over.. WOW.
xxx
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