Five days remaining before I finally leave the Graduate Living Center. This is a rather long and turbulent chapter of my life that will close this Saturday when I bid farewell to my apartment.
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For slightly more than two years - 26 months to be exact - I have been living in my little 9.5 m² bedroom (98ft²). I have nothing to say against it but I believe it is high time I move on to something bigger, to something cosier, to something I will furnish myself and to something I will tailor to my tastes.
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The Graduate Living Center has delivered on its promises and I will never argue on that. Still, I won't shed any tears for it. I remember the state of happiness I was in when I arrived in August 2005. I arrived as joyfull as could be, loaded with hope and expectations. A new world was opening its arms to me, another world that I had been longing to hug for years. Sure, I also left a lot behind me but I was barely thinking of it, only wondering at the new life I was about to embrace. New conquests and new ventures.
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Things however never go as planned in life and soon enough I experienced the saddest part of my rather short life. Inside this very room, all alone and with no-one to turn to I started my long journey sailing miserably over an ocean of darkness and despair. All this is now history but there had been too many endless hours and restless nights spent in that bedroom to feel comfortable again. It has never been the same ever since and in my mind this place will always remain intimately connected with those events.
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Looking ahead, I changed everything that could connect me back to those times. Changed my research, changed my lab, changed my degree, changed my advisor, changed my friends and even changed my blog... The housing was the last thing I needed to change. Done.
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A page is turned, another one opens itself.
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