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The End of The House At The End
Jun. 24th, 2009 03:21 pmThis time next week I will have moved out of my house, our lovely house at the end of our street. I've lived here with my three housemates for a year, and it's been crazy and stressful and wonderful and domestic and I will miss it.
I'll miss our kitchen where we have made hundreds of cupcakes (no really. Bake sales.) Where we have sat round our kitchen table and put the world to rights and where we have displayed our 200 odd beermats and our post cards and our flower-y lights.
I'll miss the tiny front room (though not the horrible and massively uncomfortable couch) where me and Wren watched Strictly Come Dancing obsessively and where we all watched movies and ate ice cream from one tub and which Belle turned into a Death Trap for weeks by polishing the laminate floor.
I'll miss the bathroom with it's collection of ducks and the poster of The Rights of Man on the back of the door, and the landing on the first floor where we have all sat on the floor and had conversations more often than is possibly normal.
I'll miss my room, with the Snippet Wall and big, old creaky bed and huge window. It's where I wrote my dissertation, covering all the floor and half the bed in papers. It's where I've sat and chatted with the marmfish til dawn. It's where I've practised dance routines and had all my housemates come and sit in bed with me, at the end of Semester One when we were all feeling fed up with the world. It's where a surprising amount of important things have been said...
Mostly though, I'll miss my housemates. They are all moving away from Leeds, onto bigger and better things, and I wish them all the luck in the world, but still. I'll miss my ladies!
I've never lived in Leeds without Belle. We were in halls of residence together in first year. I met her on my second day in Leeds and we've been friends ever since. She has put up with me loosing my keys, forgetting my chores and singing randomly to myself for three years. One day we are going to write a Mills and Boon book and make our fortunes. Once we accidentally wrote a period drama. She's the reason I have mimed 'producing an Emperor Penguin from behind your back' in public. Belle from Beauty and the Beast is a very fair comparison. She made us all timetables, ran the Tibet Society, organised Amnesty campaigns and still came out with a (completely deserved) First. Living here without her is going to be weird...
I lived with Belle and Wren in Second Year, in a tiny back-to-back terrace with no garden. Me and Wren lived in the attic and used to sneak into each others rooms in the middle of the night to watch our crazy neighbours across the street. We talk about dancing until other people despair, and run through routines on the street. We decided that in Final Year we were going to have a life, dammit, and not feel guilty, and made each other stick to that. Wren plays the violin beautifully, is music mad in general and sometime climbs mountains. She still kind of wants a pony. She convinced me to go to Reggaeton even though I was worried, and she was right. She often is.
I've only lived with Sal this year, which rather makes me sad. We are, in many ways, like the sister neither of us ever had. Mostly, by being on the same completely random wavelength. We can talk for hours and hours and not notice and not run out of things to say. We both kind of want to have a house full of cats. Nat once called her 'the stealer of my girlfriend's brain', because we don't make a lot of sense to other people when we're on a roll. Our birthdays are a day apart so we get to share. We defend and defy the stereotype of only children. She can draw and paint and make cakes shaped like cameras. She has the best taste in earrings. She is resolutely romantic, which is good for a conflicted cynic like me. She takes gorgeous and constant photos. I will miss her, not least because it will limit the opportunities to say "Hi! We're Sal and Lal!", and get confused between ourselves...
I'm looking forward to moving, I'm living with a good friend in a lovely house. And I'll see my housemates again, they're coming back to Leeds to stay! Plus we are all going on holiday together in July. But right now, I shall mourn the end of being us four, in our house.
I'll miss our kitchen where we have made hundreds of cupcakes (no really. Bake sales.) Where we have sat round our kitchen table and put the world to rights and where we have displayed our 200 odd beermats and our post cards and our flower-y lights.
I'll miss the tiny front room (though not the horrible and massively uncomfortable couch) where me and Wren watched Strictly Come Dancing obsessively and where we all watched movies and ate ice cream from one tub and which Belle turned into a Death Trap for weeks by polishing the laminate floor.
I'll miss the bathroom with it's collection of ducks and the poster of The Rights of Man on the back of the door, and the landing on the first floor where we have all sat on the floor and had conversations more often than is possibly normal.
I'll miss my room, with the Snippet Wall and big, old creaky bed and huge window. It's where I wrote my dissertation, covering all the floor and half the bed in papers. It's where I've sat and chatted with the marmfish til dawn. It's where I've practised dance routines and had all my housemates come and sit in bed with me, at the end of Semester One when we were all feeling fed up with the world. It's where a surprising amount of important things have been said...
Mostly though, I'll miss my housemates. They are all moving away from Leeds, onto bigger and better things, and I wish them all the luck in the world, but still. I'll miss my ladies!
I've never lived in Leeds without Belle. We were in halls of residence together in first year. I met her on my second day in Leeds and we've been friends ever since. She has put up with me loosing my keys, forgetting my chores and singing randomly to myself for three years. One day we are going to write a Mills and Boon book and make our fortunes. Once we accidentally wrote a period drama. She's the reason I have mimed 'producing an Emperor Penguin from behind your back' in public. Belle from Beauty and the Beast is a very fair comparison. She made us all timetables, ran the Tibet Society, organised Amnesty campaigns and still came out with a (completely deserved) First. Living here without her is going to be weird...
I lived with Belle and Wren in Second Year, in a tiny back-to-back terrace with no garden. Me and Wren lived in the attic and used to sneak into each others rooms in the middle of the night to watch our crazy neighbours across the street. We talk about dancing until other people despair, and run through routines on the street. We decided that in Final Year we were going to have a life, dammit, and not feel guilty, and made each other stick to that. Wren plays the violin beautifully, is music mad in general and sometime climbs mountains. She still kind of wants a pony. She convinced me to go to Reggaeton even though I was worried, and she was right. She often is.
I've only lived with Sal this year, which rather makes me sad. We are, in many ways, like the sister neither of us ever had. Mostly, by being on the same completely random wavelength. We can talk for hours and hours and not notice and not run out of things to say. We both kind of want to have a house full of cats. Nat once called her 'the stealer of my girlfriend's brain', because we don't make a lot of sense to other people when we're on a roll. Our birthdays are a day apart so we get to share. We defend and defy the stereotype of only children. She can draw and paint and make cakes shaped like cameras. She has the best taste in earrings. She is resolutely romantic, which is good for a conflicted cynic like me. She takes gorgeous and constant photos. I will miss her, not least because it will limit the opportunities to say "Hi! We're Sal and Lal!", and get confused between ourselves...
I'm looking forward to moving, I'm living with a good friend in a lovely house. And I'll see my housemates again, they're coming back to Leeds to stay! Plus we are all going on holiday together in July. But right now, I shall mourn the end of being us four, in our house.
