Good lord. I’ve spent much of the last 2 weeks wondering how wrong it really is that I’m this age and living in a tiny dorm. It all seemed fine when I got here. I set everything up, hung my clothes, put some books on the shelf, got a duvet cover that matched my wall art. Seems enough like an apartment for someone my age. It wasn’t until I noticed the disgusting kitchen that I started to wonder how things would end up. So I’ve collected a list of activities I’ve participated in since then that have made me wonder if perhaps I need to move off campus.

1. doing dishes and brushing my teeth at the same time.
2. drying my dishes in the shower.
3. Leaving milk and OJ on the window sill with it slightly cracked so that it acts like a refrigerator.
4. housing my food next to my school books next to my pots and pans next to my bottle of liquor next to the french press I got so I can make coffee in my room (yay british stand alone kettles!) next to my sweaters.
5. keeping my fork, knife, and spoon in one of the 2 cups I own next to the dish soap under the bathroom mirror… along with my tooth brush, toothpaste, deodorant and other bathroom products.
6. sticking with cup o noodle like products because they are cheap but more importantly can be stored in my room since there is no space on the half shelf I get in the communal refrigerator.
7. spilling boiling water on my phone and computer and bed all at the same time while trying to pour the kettle water into the cup-o-noodle like product.
8. using boxes as makeshift drawers to store my undergarments, tank tops, and T-shirts.
9. counting the springs in the cot style mattress on my bed while trying to fall asleep.
10. using my comforter as an egg crate like product and my coat as a comforter.

In reality I have very little to complain about. Got the internet to work, have a place to sleep, generally have access to a kitchen, and am in a perfect location for accessing the campus and the town… not to mention the train to London. It is sorta funny though.. but I guess I’ve always lived a reasonably “student” like lifestyle. So as I sit here listening to the drunken undergrads across the street yell obscenities out their window and contemplate getting my dirty clothes to the launderette in the middle of campus without allowing my underwear to fall all over the giant hill I have to climb tomorrow, I’m still thinking I’m pretty happy to be here.