For some strange reason, I took out my luggage from the box, laid it on the floor, and unzipped it.

The smell. The once familiar smell of my room in Lufbra.
The winter wear, the many many pairs of stockings that I forgot about, the railcard.

That was when I realised I really miss those days of exchange in the UK.
The initial stage of fear and lost.
Walking on ice with clothes that were unable to keep me warm for 40 mins, just to buy bed sheets.
Waking up at 3am to use the hair dryer to warm myself up on the first winter night.
The apprehension that came with meeting new people.
The first and (I think) only call made back home.
The joy of receiving emails back from home.
The excitment of travelling in Italy. Think hot Italian men.
Museum hopping. And the picnics!
The long nights at Gatwick airport.
The musicals in London.
The crazy kick-ass trip to Amsterdam with shoe.
Our first live sex show– with some crazy tourist.
The man who went “oh baby, you’re so sweet” and scared the shit out of me. (Mind you, I almost ran, and he had the cheek to follow me)
Fashion week in London.
Fire alarms being set off very regularly.
The satisfaction after the first Chinese meal. It was Roasted duck and char siew rice! And freaking good milk tea too!
Visiting shoe, who would cook awesome food for me!
The dinners at Butler.
Eve, my German roomie, who puts up with the long time I spend in the shower, my shoes, and my always-bursting wardrobe.
The winds that caused me to have red and swollen eyes.
The sainsbury’s. Pure indulgence!
The crazy people at Student’s union during clubbing nights.
The pure bliss of putting on socks, getting buried under the duvet and falling asleep.
The freezing trip to the Isle of Skye. Where we kinda gave half way and went shopping at the supermarket instead.
The well-planned shopping itinery in Edinburgh.
The roadtrips around the UK.
Noodle Bar.
Trying to squeeze all my clothes into the luggage.
Watching my plane fly off without me. Thanks to the massive jam on the motorway.

With all these random memories, I zipped up the luggage hoping these memories stay close to me for many more years to come.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Shujun
    Feb 05, 2010 @ 10:59:01

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