A door closes on room number 4

 Can't we go back to page one and start all over again? - Winnie The Pooh

After 8 glorious months it's finally time to say goodbye to my beloved Gill Street and return to the old suburbs of North London I call home. 

Gill Street South is one of the accommodations on offer at Nottingham Trent Uni. For an eye watering chunk of your student loan you will get your own modern room, an ensuite and a shared kitchen with your flat. With its jungle like shrubbery outside and the clean new white walls inside, as far as student accommodation goes its pretty damn good. 

When I first got my keys and unlocked what was to be mine for a year, I was underwhelmed. The mattress was too small for the frame, it was bare and empty, in general it was your typical bog standard room. It didn't feel like this was to be a home away from home. OH was I wrong, This little 10 square foot room was to be the holder of some of my favourite memories of First year. 

Once I had put a Jenna spin on it, which included a huge amount of glitter and pink. This was the final result.

Now, as neat and tidy as this looks, it took one night out for this to turn into an unrecognisable mess of glitter, fabric and clothes. The state it would stay in for the entirety of my stay. If you don't believe me, there is still glitter ingrained into my carpet even after a deep clean! Over my time in this room, the spare space was filled with art work, extra pictures were put up on the wall, the amount of shoes I own breached their designated space ever more and my desk became home to hundreds of pins and fabric samples. This room served a purpose bigger than I could ever imagine, it soon became my four walls against the world, in which after a long day at uni I could curl up under my fluffy blanket, turn the fairy lights on and binge watch Netflix until it drowned out the noise from outside. The many nights out it endured being covered in alcohol, fake tan, sick and some unmentionables, as well as the amount of Trent Kebab containers it acquired was a messy bliss I adored.

I, in no doubt made myself at home. Which I guess, if you think about it, is a strange concept. To settle so comfortably into somewhere you're only going to be in for a few months. Even during that time you leave for holidays and the odd weekend away. In terms of calling somewhere a "home" this just about qualified. 

Good Bye J1104 

#GillStreetSouth #Goodbye