The Joy of England. Pt1 House 22

So after my almost 6 month sabbatical from blogging, i decided it might be time to re-engage.  To tell you the truth, blogging has not been a priority these past months and i have rather enjoyed living life rather than just writing about it.  Having been exposed to less news and current affairs, television programs, radio and even music and movies than i ever have been before; i have found that relationships i have begun with people have flourished more intensely and i have definitely gained more experience in life.

Before coming to the UK i was entirely excited at the prospect of living at uni, on campus and meeting so many new people.  I have to say, this experience has been nothing short of amazing.  It has been exactly all that i had hoped for and more.  My mum was fearful that i would meet someone and fall in love and never want to return.  The truth is, she was right, i did fall in love many times over, with all of the people i have encountered on my exchange, and will never forget any of them as long as i live.  It is amazing, how as humans we have the capacity to make friends and grow to love them in the shortest period of time.

I wanted to dedicate this post first and foremost to these people.  I am quite sure you have all had much more of an impact on my life than i have had on yours.  Firstly, to my flatmates.  We really were a mixed bunch, all having way different interests and all doing way different things with our lives.  But that in itself was the beauty of it.  I loved that i was a novelty in the beginning and was teased for being aussie, it was a part of all of your charm.  I loved that i discovered how much aussie slang i actually do use by my speech eliciting a blank look every five minutes... until you began to figure out what i actually meant on your own.  I loved that i felt like i was in the company of family and didnt have to care what i wore around the house.  I loved that i could talk to all of them about different things and not every worry about being judged.  I love that some of them came out with me whenever i asked. I love that some of them struggled for english words and i smiled when they used the wrong one.  I loved the quick wit that came with a side of lame jokes.  But most of all i love them, the weird, the crazy, the annoying, the quiet, the bold and the comforting.

I enjoyed karaoke, having random gossip sessions in the kitchen, yelling at each other down hallways, going out for drinks and of course an epic LOTR marathon.  I didnt enjoy seeing them leave one by one, the knowledge that everytime i spent time with them i grew to love them a little more- only because i had less and less time with them or the fact that i only got to spend one amazing semester with these guys. I am so grateful to have known them all, and for them to have been able to stand me for that long.

22 Roberts way definitely became a home away from home and when others said that roberts way was a hole, i only ever remember thinking how much i loved it.  Yes i did have some troubles there, but the house itself was the best place to house all the craziness that was us and then some. If i had any regrets, it would be that i didnt spend as much time with them as i could, that i didnt knock on their doors enough for random chats or didnt stick around long enough when i passed them on my way out.

These people made my experience richer and had a large impact on the person i have turned out to be on the other side of this experience.

 so once again peeps, i've said exactly whats on my mind and nothing short of it. with this post i am officially resuming my blog. Many more are coming and i have at least 5 posts in this series to come...

Peace, Out.

Shan. :)