The housemates I have had over the last three years have been possibly the best thing about university for me. From the day I moved into my townhouse to the day I moved out of my final flat, my housemates have always been my closest friends and a supportive network of people I could go to if I wanted to laugh, cry or simply take late-night trips to Spar for chocolate (this happened a shameful amount).
We would go on nights out together, visit each other in our home towns and have game nights with a takeaway (no one is more easily persuaded than a group of students hearing the phrase “Chinese?”).
Welcome Week was a week I will never forget, and the friends I made in that week have lasted throughout my university experience. Being away from home was a different feeling for everyone and so we formed our own little family and had our own celebrations for things like Halloween and Christmas. Even in second and third year when the workload gets a little heavier, we always made time for events like the college Christmas Ball where we could all get dressed up and have a sophisticated Christmas dinner after a long first term. However, our homemade Christmas dinner was still one of the best I’ve ever had - sorry Mum.