When I first arrived at Stirling I had mixed feelings about my housing. Living on any kind of campus means you shouldn’t have too many expectations, but I just can’t help hating concrete walls and bad lighting. But I liked the big desk and excess of drawers. Slowly but surely, I began to settle in. For those of you who have seen any of my living spaces before, you know I’m a big fan of putting things on the wall. Family photos went up and the concrete began to be disguised. It didn’t take long before I gathered mementos from my life here too, ticket stubs and scrawlings of quotes I wanted to remember. As the days went on I liked my room more and more. Today, my room looks like this:
Things of note: A chives plant on the windowsill, a shelf full of cards from home, unmade bed (some things never change), trusty travel bag, painting supplies, and maybe if you look really closely, you can see the crushed irn bru can holding my computer plug up.
In many ways, I’ve made this place a home away from home. It’s almost time to tear it all down and pack it away. I have to admit, when I’m gone, I might even have some pangs of nostalgia for these concrete walls.
lived-in |ˈlivd ˌin| : adjective.
(of a room or building) showing comforting signs of wear and habitation.