16 November 2017

Personal & Massive Life Update

I'm not sure if you've noticed this on my blog or not, but I like to tell stories. Dare I say that I think I'm pretty good at it too. There's something about diminishing my life, my memories and my experiences into sentences that brings me an abnormal amount of joy. It's interesting to see what I leave out and what I choose to put in. I choose certain adjectives and verbs to re-tell moments which someone else might narrate very differently.
Stories are great. I'm sure there'll be much more on here to come. But, for now, I'd like to just sit and chat. You and me.

 Laundry Room
Currently, I'm seated in my hall's empty laundry room. My foldable laundry basket is compressed and under my laptop. I tried to mimic a desk, but it's more like a desk with four legs, all of unequal length. I fully expect my laptop to plummet to the ground at some point, but for now, the forces of friction seem to be doing okay. I'm seated on the far left of the long, cream bench with four washing machines in front of me. Only one of them is spinning though- the one that has my week's worth of clothing, underwear (or pants as I've come to call them in the UK), jerseys and socks. My clothes are currently swirling at a faster-than-Usain-Bolt speed, except, instead of a straight 100m track, it's racing in a clockwise direction. On my left are three dryers. They're massive. I find it rather ironic how the washing machines are so small and the dryers so big; It's as if more clothes will magically appear to be dried than washed. Anyways, one individual that's probably making themselves the typical student meal of beans on toast- or rushing to get a deadline finished- has left their clothes in the dryer. It looks like they washed their dark clothes today. I use these small pink capsules which promise not to blend my colours together. However, two months into uni and nothing white has become pink, so I think I'll be okay. 

It's just you, me and the swish-swish of the washing machine.
These Last Two Months
These last two months have been a lot for me. That's not very detailed, I know. At first, settling in the UK was difficult- rightly so. I uprooted 18 years worth of roots in a different country. I'm no tree expert, but I'm pretty sure 18 years worth of foundation is a hard thing to rip from the ground. I think it's fair to say that I've settled in now- finally.

The first two weeks were probably the biggest hurdle. There was a lot that I had to do and a lot that I had to get used to. After a while, I finally figured out that jerseys were jumpers. In a rather embarrassing encounter, I learnt that pants are underwear and not, well, pants. I learnt what British tea I like- Earl Grey. After two months I've found the quickest route to take to get to my uni- and the scenic way for when I have an extra 5 minutes. I've learnt what washing powder works for me, and how to top-up my Oyster card (a card used for the public transport in London). My life has definitely not been short of learning.
A Case of Bunkalitis
Learning in the classroom has been something that I've really enjoyed, too. In case you didn't know this, I'm studying Journalism & Media and Communication. As any student, I prefer some modules over others and have a preference for some lecturers over others, but that's life. So far, I haven't caught the case of 'bunkalitis'- that's a Stephasim for bunking class. I've shown up every day without fail for each one of my lectures- even the 9AM ones when staying in bed sounded like a really, really good idea.

I've left the lack of comfort that the bench provided me and replaced it with the floor, with my upper back pressed against the bench I was just sitting on. Another girl has just come in and put two more washing machines on. She's also separated her lighter clothes from her darker clothes which makes me question whether I know what the hell I'm doing. Although, I already know the answer to that. I don't. The beans-on-toast clothes are still untouched in the dryer.
My Flatmates
When I first got to the UK, I wrote a post about my flatmates. They all know I have a blog and asked me if I'd written about them- and then went on to ask the inevitable, what I'd written. I told them I had but I didn't dare say more. I can't say that things improved a great deal over the last two months- if anything, they've improved over the last two days when I finally grew a pair of you-know-what and stood up for myself. To add some context for you, they all (excluding one) didn't come to my small birthday party at the start of October which I had in my twin brother's flat 30m away from where we live. When I came home I found them all huddled in one girl's room which hurt. Last week, my one flatmate had an evening at a pizza place to celebrate the past two decades of his life and didn't invite me, which hurt a lot more. I stood up for myself and gained respect- and an apology or two. Things are better now. I even went to Yoga last night with the one. I still feel like an out of place puzzle piece but no longer in the same way as I did when I wrote the previous post; In a different way. I'm more confident and established in my own out-of-place-ness.

30 seconds before I moved my clothes into the dryer two people that I know walked into the washing room and they're chilling here now. Looks like it's no longer just you and I. All four washing machines are going swish swash, swish, swash, swish swash. Another lady- an adult- just walked in and headed straight to the last dryer. They're all swishing and swashing now- except the one on my left, that one is still unwashed and uncollected. Those beans-on-toast must be pretty damn good.

British Boys
The nice thing about moving to uni is all the new people that I've met- boys included. Eye candy definitely has not been in short supply. It helps a lot that they come with great accents. I never told you this, but I ended up on a date one Friday evening...with a guy that I ironically met in the same washing room that I'm in right now and more ironically, he's American. I learnt my lesson that night and never did my washing on a Friday evening again. He was sweet but I got the sense that he was planning our wedding which just made me want to run out of the pub. He was smiley and kind but again, just two puzzle pieces that didn't quite go together. Also, to revert back to the tree analogy, I'd just uprooted. I wasn't looking to re-root immediately. I needed to take care of myself before I could even start thinking about caring for another person in a more-than-friends way. Also, my roots for 'E', my Tinder Soulmate, were deep and far-reaching at the time. I just wasn't ready. It was me, not him.
Tinder Soulmate Update
Talking about 'E', we actually spoke again, albeit very briefly. After re-installing Instagram, I sent him a message. I opened with a killer science joke which you'll understand the significance of if you read this post. We probably sent a total of three messages each to one another at 1:30 in the morning, Greek time. Just after promising that he'd talk to me the next day because he was heading to bed, he said "I've missed you. Good night'. He didn't send me a message the day after, or the day after that, or the week after that or the month after that. I'm no human behaviour expert but those aren't the actions of someone that misses a person. Although, funnily enough, that was exactly what I needed to get over him. I think it's safe to say that I'm almost 100 per cent over him. Almost. That's not to say that when I see him upload a new photo, my heart doesn't flutter, it does, but in a different way. I have a feeling that whatever our story is, it isn't over yet, not in its entirety. I have a feeling that in five or even 10 years from now, we'll cross paths; Maybe it'll be serendipitously in Syntagma Square in Athens, or in a coffee shop downtown, but for now, our story is at a pause.

There are little things that I haven't included in here, but this is a good chunk of my life in the last two months. My room could still use some decorating but each week I add something that contributes to the overall homeliness of my space. Let's just pretend that I'm opposing consumerism and built-in obsolescence. I've made great friendships and I'm very lucky to also still be in contact with my friends from back home. Overall, I'm happy. It's taken me a while to get to this point, but I'm here. Every week, I still have mountainous highs and valley-like lows. But, in this moment, I'm happy.

My washing is done and so is this life update. I'm off to do some folding!

What's the biggest thing that's happened in your life in the last 2 months?
Till next time-



  1. I'm glad you are liking your classes. I hated getting up for the 9am ones too. Still sucks about your roommates but I'm glad it's getting a bit better.

    Effortlessly Sophisticated

    1. Haha, it's a relief for me too, that I like my classes! The 9AM ones are definitely particularly difficult
      My flatmates have just become people that I love with and see around. Unfortunately, it happens.

      Thanks for the comment and for taking the time to read my post, Jennifer!

  2. Hey Steph! Good to hear everything is going well for the most part. I'm glad you're liking your classes (and aren't skipping them!). Your roommates though... they sound dumb. Because you seem like you would be an awesome roommate and friend, so they're missing out. But hopefully they will cool it with the mean girl stuff soon. *Feel free to delete my comment if you do become friends with them, and you tell them about your blog. But I'm sticking by what I said - they're dumb.
    Can't wait to hear about more of your UK adventures!



    1. Haha, I'm glad I'm not skipping my classes, too! That means I like them and I picked the right course!
      Awww, you're too kind! Haha, I like to think that I'm an awesome friend (and flatmate,too)! Haha, "the mean girl stuff"...I like that!

      Haha, I don't think they'll be finding out about my blog for a while... your comment is safe to stay!

      I can't wait to share more with you!!

      Thanks Bobbi!

  3. The situation with your roommates sucks. I'm glad things are settling down for you a bit. I'm always here if you wanna chat x Nikita

    BLOG//Jasmine Loves

    1. You're too kind, N!

      I know that you're always there for me which I appreciate so much!

      Thank you!!

  4. Hey. That's too bad with your flatmates, they seem awful. I hope it gets better. I bet every girl has an 'E' in their life. Someone who says will text, but doesn't. It's hard to completely get over someone but it's great that you're starting to feel some progress.

    I've been browsing through your blog and I love it. Great writing style. Have a great weekend. :)

    Joy to the World

    1. What a lovely comment, Veron! I really appreciate it!
      My flatmate situation is unfortunate, but 'c'est la vie', I guess!

      I think most people have an 'E' in their life. You're right; I've definitely made progress!

      THANK YOU!

  5. haha girl I feel you sooo much when it comes to british accents :D

    💘 Lilli
    check out my fashionblog: www.LilliFerreira.com

    1. Haha, I joked the other day that they're the only reason that I moved over here!

  6. It's great that you enjoy your classes, and I am the same with accents- they are just so charming! It's definitely a challenge to uproot somewhere else, I've always found it to be challenging but it is such a great experience for your growth as a person. All the best! xx

    Sending light & love your way,

    My Lovelier Days

    1. Charming they are indeed!
      Up-rooting is a challenge, but you're definitely correct about the growth aspect of it!

      Thank you so much for the kind wishes of light and love! That's so sweet, Diana! I'm sending the same back in your direction!

  7. Aww I'm so glad you've managed to settle in now! I couldn't imagine how hard it must be to reroot after living in the same place for all the time. Loved reading this post. Always enjoy reading life updates xx

    Lauren // itslaurenvictoria.blogspot.co.uk

    1. Lauren! I'm glad to hear that you enjoyed this post. It was a tad bit long! My bad!

      For the most part, the UK has opened their arms widely and warmly- which I'm so grateful for!

  8. I struggled a lot with my flatmates when I went to university too, and it sounds like a pretty similar situation to you. University is hard, but it sounds like you're doing so well <3

    Charlotte / Colours & Carousels

    1. Thank you Charlotte!
      Sounds like you managed to make it out of uni just fine yourself! I know that I'm definitely not alone in not always seeing eye-to-eye with my flatmates. It's a good learning experience, though!

  9. Glad to hear you're feeling better about everything now, University is hard but its worth it in the end. I actually changed uni a few weeks into it because I didnt feel at home there. (i actually wrote a post on this) so everyone feels lost sometimes.

    And about 'E', I'm engaged to the love of my life and i still have a mini flutter in my stomach when I see a post on instagram from a guy I used to chat with so it's totally natural!

    Abigail ox

    1. I'm glad you put yourself first and didn't stay there when you were unhappy. I think most people would have stayed at the risk of their mental health. It's commendable that you had the courage to change.

      Interesting! Thanks for sharing that! It comforts me a little. I'm so glad that you've found someone who makes you feel so loved. That gives me hope!


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