A week or two ago, I finally moved to the city of my dreams: London. So far it has been rather like a whirlwind experience: I have met so many new people I am struggling to remember who is who within a minute of meeting them. Maybe that’s my memory, though. I’ve been to cheap student bars and clubs that you can see all the glory of the Thames from (including the London eye, Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament). I’ve started a course that I am absolutely in love with and I am well on my way to becoming a fully fledged student.
I am now living with seven complete strangers, all from different parts of the world and studying different things. It’s an experience to say the least – we have not yet become accustomed to washing up everything after eating, and it seems as though our kitchen is perpetually covered with dirty dishes. My bedroom walls are yellow – a shade that almost looks green in bad light – which I am slowly growing to hate, and I live five floors up from a busy road. At the moment, I’m sealing my ears up with ear plugs every night to save me from being woken up by police sirens or drunken lunatics at the pub just over the road.
So, so far there are ups and downs to my London experience. I had my first bout of homesickness today. I’d been trying to start my first essay of the academic year all day (it’s surprisingly difficult to work out where to begin, let alone to actually write it) and I started to feel tired and a little sick. All I wanted in that moment was my nice, big, cosy bed back home to cuddle up in – preferably with my boyfriend there, too. Unfortunately going home wasn’t an option, so, instead, I had a little cry and took a nap. It worked like a charm. I’ll give my mum a ring tomorrow and catch up on the happenings of life without me, and hopefully I’ll nip the homesick thing in the bud.
I’m trying to get into the habit of writing more often, so (fingers crossed) I should be devoting a lot more time to this little blog. I apologise that there is a startling lack of anything beauty or book wise here – but I’ll try update again soon! So far, university life has not left me with much time to get dolled up or do some leisurely reading. But if anyone wants a review of a linguistics textbook, let me know and I’ll be happy to deliver!
I will leave you with one little nugget of joy I found in one such textbook:
I take it you already know
Of tough and bough and cough and dough?
Others may stumble but not you
On hiccough, thorough, lough and through.
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
To learn of less familiar traps?
Beware of heard, a dreadful word,
That looks like beard and sounds like bird.
And dead: it’s said like bed, not bead –
For goodness sake don’t call it “deed”!
Watch out for meat and great and threat
(They rhyme with suite and straight and debt)
– T.S.W. quoted in Mackay (1970)