Uni VS Home

At home, there's food comfort, family and sheets that don't smell mouldy and at uni there's the sense of camaraderie when the bathroom light goes and you have to reinstate the mandatory ambience of fairy lights, mood candles and showering with the door open in order to avoid accidents in the pitch black. Doing a degree can feel like you have two separate lives; the one where there's always the chance of dinner and the one where you accidentally didn't leave enough room in your budget for food. Both are enjoyable (even though the latter doesn't sound too great) but you will always find that once you have two homes, certain things play out differently - so this one's for the special ladies who I spend a good 90% of my time with.

Home: Your parents are showering you with food because they are convinced you don't eat enough and there is always the welcome smell of dinner on the table. Also, the fridge is full.

Uni: You find yourself eating pasta for the fifth day in a row because you got so drunk that you accidentally spent your weekly food allowance in Rosie's. You regret both nothing and everything. Sometime's you end up in McDonald's at 3am just because you fancied a cheeseburger. Or three.

Clothes

Home: Freshly pressed and laundered, yet they still live in the floordrobe. You wonder how you ended up with so many fun animal themed socks and only one pair of jeans.

Uni: You have nothing to wear because laundry is both expensive and boring but not to worry as you and your housemates have accidentally merged your clothes into one huge six way wardrobe, especially for nights out. Your favourite top constantly has a stain on it but it's nothing a cannily positioned scarf won't fix and you always need another pair of fun animal themed socks.

Home: Your mum is insensitively yelling up the stairs that you promised to babysit whoever at what feels like the crack of dawn. In the worst case scenario she comes waltzing into your room pretending she can't smell your post-drunken shame, throwing the curtains open and declaring that it's going to be a glorious day.

Uni: You all convene in one person's bedroom like a band of sisters, with endless cups of tea, duvets, munching on toast discussing the previous nights antics with volume appropriate voices and sufficient amounts of paracetamol. Sometimes there's a duvet fort. (Who are we kidding? There's always a duvet fort.)