Yesterday my parents made the long drive to Leicester to pick up all my stuff ready to move out of my last student house. It’s only once you move out that you realise just how much stuff you have accumulated over the course of the year. Yet at the same time you marvel at how your entire life can fit into the back of a VW Golf.
It was a pretty sad moment, I’ll be honest. Every other time I’ve moved out of student accommodation I’ve felt sad and nostalgic, but each time I’ve known I’ll be moving straight back into another student house come September. This time I won’t be, and as grimy as student houses may be, I’ll miss living in one.
I’ll miss the pizza boxes that sit on the kitchen counter for weeks on end. I’ll miss the smell of alcohol that lingers after having hosted predrinks the night before. I’ll miss seeing my housemate eating cereal out of a mug because she couldn’t be bothered washing a bowl (that happened fairly regularly, one time she even used a saucepan). I’ll miss John, the lovely man who came to sort our little mouse problem. But mostly I’ll just miss living with other students. It’s nice knowing you can moan to each other about deadlines and chat about nonsense. Living with people is tricky, but if you find good people then it’s a great experience. Sometimes the problem is being too close to your housemates. Sometimes when a tightknit group of friends live together, it can all go wrong. The insignificant arguments over stealing the milk or not taking the bins out can evolve into larger conflicts. But for some groups of friends, it really does work. The moral of the story is, you don’t really know what living with other people is like until you do it. And whether you get on with your housemates or not, the university experience really wouldn’t be the same if you didn’t share it with them.
I’ve lived with a few different people over the last four years, and personally I’ve loved living with every one of them. It’s natural that you’ll get irritated with each other from time to time, but on the whole I’ve had four years of good memories. I just hope I wasn’t too much of a pain to live with…