sometimes when i'm feeling extra homesick for london and the people I was there with i just close my eyes tight and pretend i'm back in room 125 in reid hall. I imagine my beds head board against the fireplace in our room and the left side of it against the window and my laptop on the window sill and my blinds just down to the top of my laptop because that light right above my window for the football court and security fence shined a tad to bright. reaching up to open my window in the middle of the night when leaning up against the heater in my sleep made me too tired and my desk across the room with all my jackets on the back of my chair and the food and books on my shelves and the one side of my closet open with my towels hanging from it to dry. nat in her bed probably on her computer laughing at something random with her headphones and then me laughing because it was otherwise completely silent in our room. all of the decorations that slowly amounted on the walls around the fireplace and the pictures i put up around the window. my keys hanging on the hook i put on the wall and constantly falling because the stick wasn't good enough. my cords hanging from my adapter on the otherside of the fireplace, ready to start a fire. my turtle magnet from barcelona on the medal part of my headboard. my new scarfs from primark hanging on this weird hook on the wall to the right of my window along with my ravencclaw pennat from the studio tour. my phone being a pain in the ass to charge, having to be in this specific position for the cord to work properly. sitting on the storage units from under my bed. having friends tap on my door before we go eat in the refectory. stealing natalies pocket knife to unscrew the hinge from my window so it opens more than three inches. gigi coming to visit before or after she went for her walks. going across the hall to ask victoria for something about our roman britian class. practicing with one of the girls from my acting class our choreographed slow motion fight and writing out script for hannah and gretchen out on the lawn infront of reid hall next to tuke. the walk down the wooden steps from my room on the "first floor" (the second) past the circle window with ivy growing over it and the two windows i sat in the first week i was there to video chat in. the smell of the stairs. the laundry bin to throw out sheets down into because they gave us fresh ones each week. the difficulty of choosing white or light blue sheets. stealing an extra sheet so i could have something between the duvet cover and me and stealing and extra sheet for drinking and laying in the park with zach chris gigi mimi and brianne, lugging my blue laundry basket up a floor to the laundry room with the weird pitched ceiling to pay 3+ pounds for a load of laundry. getting there to only find they were all taken or one was eating money. the easy walk to class and the joys of having all of my classes in the same building with three in the same hallway and one in that same hall just a floor below. practicing our acting performances in the tuke commons or in the student bar and having people be there. the drama excersizes we did. the smell of the dance class before us being absolutely disgusting. meeting people from ALL over the world. the horrible refrectory food and the weird wooden art pieces against the walls. the water machine trays filling up and noone noticing to empty them and wondering why they wont dispence any more water. the walk down out of reid to enter regents park. the dirt and rock path. the odd way the fence opened and having to swipe your card. always having my card in my pocket and at the ready. walking over the bridge to get from regents park to baker street and the man at the entrance of the park that once asked me for a pound or two and i gave him five onjly to find out later he asked about 5 people before me. walking down baker street to oxford and listening to my music loud in my headphones taking and occasional moment to say holy shit i am in london that was a black taxi cab and there a double decker. the baker street tube station and having the perfect amount of lines there to literally get anywhere within one change or less. being on our way to our first social london class and seeing our professor on the tube. being the loud americans that day and then never again... kind of. navigating the tube like a pro. being asked if i'm from australia by a tube worker who i was speaking with because i looked too tan to be from anywhere else. the lot of people who would sit in the reid hall reception and watch big bang theory all the time and then one night sitting down there whilst they watched downton abbey and pretending i knew the show but really not knowing anything. showing my uncle, kristen, my sister and skiz around the city that i love and know. going to the hunger games premier with kris and that damn mc singing dodododood catching fire and then taking a poster with me abck on the tube aftewards. the weird little dance sam claflin did over to us when he realized he didnt spend enough time signing for our section. sam and jennifer lawrences signing my tube/london map. eating at a rando starbucks after that with the jlaw poster and then eating at pret any other time of my life. navigating to the harry potter studio tour not once, not twice, but three times. seeing my love emma and then later going round hers and seeing her family. and watching kdramas and going to mcdonalds late to get mcflurries. taking the last train home and taking a taxi from st. pancras/kings cross at 1am back to the main entrance of regents in the inner circle. always saying hello to the security guards, reguardless of the time or the mood i was in.
