Bob Log #3: The Room

Living in another country 4000 miles from home wasn't the only major change I made in coming to school at Essex. As it turns out, this is not only the first time I've lived on my own; it's the first time in my life I've even had a room to myself.

That's right. For most of my life I quasi-shared a room with my brother, and so I usually ended up claiming the living room to be my sleeping quarters. To be sure, the basement back home was certainly my room, though I never slept down there, and I'm pretty sure it's now being rented out to a few hundred tiny invertebrates... but THAT is neither here nor there.

But let me show you my UK Home.

First of all, I love the location of my room. Candan House 3, Flat 11, Room H. Highest flat in the damn apartment complex, this means I have a sloped ceiling, but a great window with a strong breeze. You would think this wouldn't be a high commodity in this suicide-inducing cold climate, but the heating in this building is almost too good, and thus having a little breeze is quite nice.

I am at the far end of the hall, to the right, so I basically have Kramer's room. I take this as good fortune. Incidentally my flatmates would probably find Kramer to be a good comparison to me, though it's probably fortunate that they likely aren't familiar with Seinfeld.

There are five of us in this flat. Two girls from Vietnam, a guy from Greece and a guy from India. All of us are postgrads, so we don't see one another a lot... although once I come home I tend to be a bit of a recluse anyways (see Kramer reference). They're all nice, although I am fairly sure the Vietnam girls think I'm mentally defective. For starters, they thought, due to my incompetence, that I invented scrambled eggs. I took credit for this. Why not? They may tell all their friends that their flatmate invented a new breakfast. I can't be held responsible for misinformation.

It may not look like a lot of room, but it gets the job done. One drawback is that the ethernet jack is nowhere near the desk, so I rarely sit at it. Instead it functions as my paper and junk pile, as clearly depicted above.

Obviously the biggest bonus of my room is having my own bathroom. Lord knows New Jersey American Water wouldn't cover my escapades out here...

My golf bag and warm red welcoming poster.

Too dark to do it justice, but part of my view from the window. Enjoy.