I have a home. Today was spent unpacking and cleaning and faffing. This evening involved cooking for (nearly) the whole house, laughter and smiles and pleasant times.
I love this atmosphere. The communal, sitting in the living room chatting. The friendly faces popping in and out, the fact that it’s busy and noisy and people are yelling jokes at each other, doors banging and Pseudonym Housemate softly plucking at the guitar in the corner in a wide brimmed hat. Hel, who’s long been hailed as the only girl on my course I really connect with, sitting on the sofa positively gushing over her new boy/girlfriend, who I also really like.
It’s the evenings spent watching classic doctor who, the promise of chocolate samosas, the house theatre trips and the film making that I’m looking forward to. It’s a pain to get here, it’s on the wrong side of London to all the other people I really care for who’re all living down south – but once I’m here, it already feels like home.
Chocolate samosas! CHOCOLATE SAMOSAS!?! start a delivery service, pls.
(marcus)
xx