Squirk's Overseas Experience

The tales of one Kiwi returning to Mother Britain and exploring the Big Wide World... without being eaten by a shark.

Monday, July 18, 2005

It's like Jenga, but with a hallway

What better way to spend a Sunday than re-arranging one's own bedroom?

Admittedly, there are only so many ways to arrange four major furniture items in an area the size of a modest bathroom; now I've proved that there are at least two.

I'm moving out in a few weeks, so you might ask: why bother? Well; I didn't like waking up and feeling hemmed in by the three walls that surrounded my bed so tightly, nor did I like having to contort myself to fit in said space. In addition, I like being able to reach the light switch from bed instead of being on the opposite side of the room.

Up to there, I think it's all fairly reasonable and easy to explain, but here's the odd one. It felt weird sleeping in the same place each night. For a long time—and through a combination of circumstances—I've had variety in my resting places. From regular sleep-overs in high school to having two separate beds (plus a couch) in my room at 785, from dossing with friends to travelling around Europe on a whirlwind Contiki tour. I guess I just got used to it—Europe was so fast that I was lucky if we stayed two nights in the same city, let alone the same bed!

I found a few knick-knacks that Sabrina, the former occupant of this room, must have left behind. Most were obvious candidates for a swift toss, but I don't know if it's OK to throw out love letters that aren't mine. If I don't hear from her again before I leave the flat, I don't think I'll have much choice.


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