Just a short one since I'm in the midst of preparing for exams.
I'm thinking of waking up in my queen size bed, with my all-time-favourite ultra soft duvet and my dog coming into sight after I have gone slightly more mindful and gain some sensibility in the morning.. and watch my dog curling like a sausage at the edge of my bed. I miss home. And as much as coming over to UK has open me to a world of independence, responsibility and put me to a free place with less parental control and nagging. I. really. just. want. to. go. home.
I can't wait to go home this summer. And to wake up and to run down my broad staircase, and to live in a house not a dorm. I think in my life, I've never so much appreciated space this much till after I started living in a cramped box in the university accommodation. It shouldn't strike you how we live as students, a standard guideline of bed-study table distance of 40 inches away, and how an average student is capable of keeping twenty pairs of shoes, and mounts of laundered unfolded clothes fitted in a relatively small built wardrobe.
On the brighter note, just Twenty more Days.
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