Places I’ve Lived

So, I haven’t got much to share. I’ve been very busy, making things both craft and book related (and craftbook related — mainly craftbook related, actually), but none of them are finished yet. So, lest you forget about twelve22 due to lack of posts, I bring you this look back to pre-archive days in an episode titled “Places I Used to Live When I Was at University, Except Not the Dorms, Because Those Were Boring Times.”
Let’s start with my room when I was studying in Edinburgh:

Okay, so it wasn’t so much a room as a corner. Well, not a corner, but a section of floor and wall from which I used furniture to build a boundary. I shared a room with five other girls, and our room was the smallest (per capita) and therefore the messiest in the entire house. Besides my bed, I had two pieces of furniture: this dresser and a little table. I’m not sure how I survived with such a mini nook, but I managed to have some of the best times of my life in Scotland, despite my tiny quarters.
After returning to the States, I took up residence in the upper floor of a house, shared with two other girls. At least I had my own room:

Oh no! Now everybody will know that I secretly like Wings and Queen! (I don’t actually support LFC, on account of not caring about football — I just like Liverpool.) So, it was my own room, but it was still very small. I kept holed up in there most of the time, while the housemates twittered around doing whatever they did.
Because my bedroom was next to the kitchen, I was the first to know when mice moved in that autumn. I would wake up in the middle of the night, from a deep sleep, to hear tiny mouse nibbles on whatever they’d found in my bin. Despite my protests, the roommates put out mousetraps and killed three of the little guys before the landlords responded to one of my many calls asking them to fill the holes the mice were coming through (I threatened to withhold rent, they fixed the holes, the mice stopped coming in.). I did manage to catch one little mouse, who I kept for a couple of weeks before releasing her on a warm day.
Right, so after the mouse house, I moved to a studio apartment on the other side of campus:

I still have quite fond memories of this place, despite the decay of the building and the horrifying centipedes (I shudder just thinking about them — they were THIS BIG). I finally had space to stretch my arms and spin around in. . . should I have wanted to. The photo is of the little dining room off of the little kitchen. It didn’t stay a dining room for too long, as my craft obsession quickly filled every surface. But this photo reminds me of the things I liked about my college town. The nice co-op, quiet neighbourhoods, easy bicycling, lazy sunny days. Rob liked the giant Best Buy and the book store that stayed open late into the night. Would you believe I live in London, and I actually miss this old place from time to time?