Arriving..

This first entry will be a collection of random thoughts and events that occurred over the last two weeks (I’ve been here for like 17 days now)... Let me start with arriving in Cambridge.

It was quite an intense thing. When I was at home i did not feel like going back. I had had only a week in Basel and i felt like I wanted to stay some more, spend some more time with my friends from home, go to SBO training a few more times, go for some walks around the fields... but well, what could i do? term was starting and I had to go to Cambridge. So I went. The trip was exhausting as always because of course I coulnd’t leave this sweater or that pair of shoes at home and so as always I had around 40kg. Not fun. Every time I have to take the subway with all this luggage i almost cry. Or sometimes i do. This time i didnt, because I did not have to take the subway. There seems to be a new train connection. Excellent. So during the entire trip i was feeling a bit down, not really happy to go back. But then my train arrived at Cambridge. I saw the sign „Welcome to the home of Anglia Ruskin University“. I saw the grey sky. I saw the students. I saw the cars driving on the left. I felt the energy. And suddenly I got so happy. Becaue I realized that it was great to be back. I realized that this place is so full of ideas, creativity, energy, determination... I realized that it’s my place. And so I got to college, collected my keys and went to Huntington Road 36, my new home. And it was great. The house is so lovely, my room is so huge and the other girls are so nice. What more can one ask for? I was so happy! In the afternoon I cycled to Cambridge to get food and stuf fand I felt the same feeling. I felt the energy in these old stone walls. I felt the history. And I was so happy to be part of it all. To be back.  Let the second year begin. Let it be great! It’s funny because all of first year, whenever I cycled down King’s parade I felt like it was not real. Like it was too good to be true. FUnnily I still get that feeling a lot. Cycling through Cambridge on my amazing red bike with basket, I sometimes cannot believe that it is true. Yet it is, and the truth caught up with me quite quickly when it was time to move stuff from storage to my room...

ARGHHHHH it was crazy. Apparently storage flooded over the holidays. It was a mess. A Massive mess. Loose paper everywhere. All bags had been moved to different places. Many cardboard boxes were broken (I found Jake in one of them. I’m sure he had fun destroying it even more...) Eventually I found my cardboard boxes. One was not intact any more. I’m so grateful to Ginny and Susanna who helped me carry them over to the house with a shopping cart. But that was not all. My room is up a floor. The boxes, however, were too heavy to be carried up the stairs. This means. Empty them piece by piece. Oh yes. For every box I walked the stairs around 15-20 times. Ahh yes. Great fun. I deposited all the items on the floor. Ahh yes. Great mess. No, massive mess. The entire floor was covered in clothes, folders, bags, accessories, blankets, towels, shoes (loads of shoes hehe) and lego star wars models. (Aaahhh my millenium falcon. How much i missed you over the holidays!!!) and so my following days consisted of the exciting activity of putting everything into my tiny wardrobe, back to storage or under my bed. A few days later i bought some nice posters and i can say that my room looks quite nice now. I still wanna get a coffee table and some more photos to put on the walls but apart from that it’s very lovely indeed and even quite tidy. Yeah, i know, crazy stuff.