House.

 As of 2nd July, I said goodbye to being a fresher forever by moving out of my student halls and into my first shared student house. Halls was a great experience, I met so many different people, including a very scared small Chinese girl named Dodo who moved into my flat three days before I moved out. (She asked if I spoke Chinese, which I declined and her heart seemed broken. I do hope she's managed to grasp the language barrier well enough or she may well be very scared over here. But I digress.) Lois and Jordan taught me that despite my naivety I do in fact have a very strong accent, as well as a burning addiction to chips and gravy, a rarity in the South. I think I may cry if I ever live there. James, my wonderful Yorkshire companion was my little ray of sunshine when I felt home sick. We were all very contrasting but it's so crazy to think that for nine months, we shared a flat and lived in relative peace and serenity. Except of course when me and Lois returned back from Christmas to discover pieces of orange on the ceiling from the food fight the boys had. I was not impressed with that one. But all together, they were the greatest first flat mates to have. And I shall miss each one of them dearly, they are always welcome to my humble abode.

The new house is wonderful. We signed way back when in December and I forgot what it even looked like, but on moving day both landlords were there to greet us and explained it all, which was great. I had my pick of the rooms and being the girl I am, I chose the room I thought would be cutest. And here it is, at the end of moving day, decorated and full of student essentials.

My bed, which is also the comfiest thing in the world and not as small as I expected looks great too. My landlord is that nice, she even trimmed down the curtains and stitched them so they wouldn't get in the way of my sleepy self. How sweet. Special thanks to Mummy, who found the perfect bunting and bed cover. 

The four others I'm living with are all on my course and are all just as crazy as I am. I'm so close with them and I know it's going to be a lot of fun this coming year living with them and getting up to many crazy antics. So far it's just me and the guys but I'm managing to cling on to my femininity for the time being. As soon as the other two girls arrive though, we shall make sure we leave our mark on this place. Including Charmaine's plan for a vegetable patch in the back garden. Excellent idea if you ask me.


On my third day here, I also had a visitor. Mr Liam. Here he is. Looking dapper. And yes, he is just as charming as he appears. I don't think I've ever giggled as much.

All in all, my experience at 121 Pomona Street has been grand. Here's to the next year, or two of many fun times, drunken antics and endless stories to tell our friends.