Coming Back Home

I’ve come back home! I’ve actually been home for a week but it has taken me some time to digest what that really means. After flying home last Sunday I needed a few days to adjust (back?) to my life here, to figure out how I feel about moving away from Bloomsbury and back home to a place that has seemed very distant while I was in London, a home in my periphery; It was still there, but just out of sight and out of my reach.

After London, the whole town seems so quiet and sleepy, it feels almost disturbingly boring, I have to admit, and the long rows of similar looking terrace houses look so tiny, like doll’s houses and the streets are eerily spacious and less frequented by driving cars, at least compared to streets such as Euston Road and Tottenham Court Road. read more

Conclusions

I have arrived full circle. On exactly this day 9 months ago I arrived in London to an empty, hotel-like room with a cabin trolley and a suitcase as my only belongings. Today I have begun repacking those same pieces of luggage and staring at yet-again empty shelves and bare walls, now reversing the same motions I went through when I moved here. With only 7 more days in London and only 5 of those in my beloved Bloomsbury, it is time for me to make status and find some kind of conclusion to my time as an exchange student here in London, however difficult that might be.

I came here equally excited and scared (ok, probably mostly just terrified!) and although London and especially UCL welcomed me to this place, it wasn’t always easy or struggle-free, especially not in the beginning. Problems with opening a bank account or trying to find a shop not too far away to buy kitchenware, something which at home would have been easily sorted with a passport in hand or a trip to Ikea suddenly turned into complicated tasks that left me feeling very homesick. Because everything would have been so much easier at home and if not, at least I would have had my family and friends there to help me. I don’t think I ever really realized how lost I (and many of my fellow international students) really felt those first few weeks of trying to tread water. read more

The last adventures

My last weeks in London ended up being rather busy ones, as I packed everything down, moved boxes to the boyfriend’s for storage and went on a (so far unssuccesful) hunt for a new place, where we can live together in the fall. I had planned to do a couple of posts on some of the thing’s I was up to but ended up not having the time to do it before my big move home. But I still had time to squeeze in a last few trip and experiences!

These adventures included: read more

A day in Kew Gardens – Part 2

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A day in Kew Gardens – Part 1

My head seems to be filled with gardens lately, I’m constantly hunting out green spaces in the city. When I’m not stopping by Gordon Square or spending a quiet afternoon reading in St Georges Gardens, I’m doing things like going to the Garden Museum like I did the other day. I’m not a particularly green-fingered person and I don’t know much about botany but there is something about living in a student house with no garden, backyard, balcony, terrace or patio that makes you automatically seek out what you don’t have.

At home in Denmark we have a small garden and our cabin in Sweden is surrounded not only by a big, green garden but also by the wild, dark forest and I really miss having access to these. The difference here in London is that I don’t have a place of my own but have to ‘make do’ (like everyone else) with the public green spaces scattered all over the city. At least it’s not that difficult to find one, especially not here in Bloomsbury. read more