It’s actually quite crazy to think I’ve already spent a month back at university when, back in April, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to be allowed out of my family home for the foreseeable future. Not that anything is at all close to normal, but baby steps… Anyway, just while I get back into writing a blog a bit more (because this feels really weird not gonna lie – a bit like writing a diary but fewer mental breakdowns), I thought I’d give y’all a little insight into what’s been going on in my life lately.
It’s definitely been a strange one I have to say, but also such a fun one. I was so apprehensive going back because (storytime, get ready) I was actually supposed to be living in Rome right now on my year abroad. I had an adorable little apartment in the student district with a balcony all booked and everything! Then corona came along, and now I’m back in the Midlands. Yeah, it stings a bit I can’t lie. This whole situation also left me a bit homeless because, at my uni, everyone sorts out next year’s housing in October-December, so all my friends were already set up to live without me. Long story short, I ended up moving into a massive house with thirteen people I’d never met before. Scary.
However, I’ve always believed everything happens for a reason, and I do even more so now. The house is so amazing (I keep wanting to write peng but then I realise no one outside England knows what that means), and absolutely HUGE. It’s on the level of a mini frat house and we’ve even got a dishwasher, thank the student housing gods. The people I’ve moved in with are the easiest friends I’ve ever made, which was so unexpected – I tend to be quite independent; I know who my friends are and I’m so comfortable with them thus I’m a bit flaky with new people (one of my toxic traits really but I’m working on it). Everyone here has been trying so hard to be friendly and inclusive though, (it helps that there are a few people who hadn’t met each other before September) and, so far, I absolutely love everyone – with the small exception of when they use all my ketchup.
Another big plus of a massive house is that, obviously, it makes for a fabulous place to throw a party – we are so lucky with our communal spaces (there’s even a table football room which is such a motive for 30 drunk 20-year-olds) so, in the first week-ish, we were on a bit of a mad one. We even threw a mini-festival in our garden with a giant speaker and DJ decks and disco lights which almost made up for the fact that I couldn’t go to Lovebox this year. All that didn’t leave much time for anything else really (I can’t lie, waking up at 2pm and making a trip to Aldi felt like a productive day for a bit). Since then, obviously, the new coronavirus rules have come in – we’re only allowed to socialise in groups of six so everything has calmed down a lot and I’ve branched out a bit.
One of the highlights of this month has to be pedal boating – absolutely every student in my town seems to have hopped on this bandwagon and it’s so much fun. Even though we almost died a couple of times because of an actual inability to steer properly. I didn’t even think it was possible to capsize a pedalo, but I was nearly proved wrong at least twice. The river scenery was so pretty though, and it was such a good leg workout – I have actually never been so hot in my life.
Other than that, my main hobby these days is brunch. Some of the girls from my house and I have decided we’re going to try every brunch spot in our town by the end of the year, so I’ve eaten some amazing food (I think the whole of today’s picture collage is going to be eggs in various different forms at this rate). My favourite would have to be the Greek style eggs I had the other day, with pomegranate salsa, avocado, feta and sourdough. It was absolutely to die for. All this is also very helpful because, after a year of living off mainly chips, I’m really trying to branch out with my food and eat some actual nutrition (shock!). Stay tuned for recipes when I become professional chef level. Maybe.
This past few days, though, summer has completely come to an end. It feels like the seasons changed overnight and suddenly I can’t go for walks along the canal to see my favourite piece of graffiti (I’ll put the picture in the collage – it says ‘4 Ella’ right next to it so it’s mine now) or (sort of) read my course books in a field any more. I’m lowkey devastated because I love summer more than anything but it’s probably come at a good time because I got emails from all my tutors yesterday with the bombshell that I was supposed to have read about 18 books and written a dissertation proposal over the summer (spoiler alert: I didn’t). So I’m going to have to confine myself to my desk until term actually starts next week.
This feels like such a long post oops but if anyone actually made it here I hope you enjoyed. I’m still uncertain if anyone still reads blogs but I find it fun writing it so it’s all chill. Plz tell me something fun you’ve done recently as well !!
Peace out my cactus squad,