Home is where your heart sits in its trees.

I am getting ready to move into my first big girl house in London.

I came across it quite accidentally when I was looking for houses in Gum tree (okay so not THAT accidentally). But it was accidentally perfect.

When I went to look around it, I just fell in love with it and prayed the other house mates would like me enough to ask me back.

It’s going to be nice living in a real house after a year of living in halls at university. I will appreciate small things like having a bath and a living room.

The area is gorgeous too, there are pretty polka dotted cafes and used book shops.

Importantly, there are also a lot of trees! I like trees, they make me feel safe.

It is a village and so has this cosy feeling about it that makes you feel like you’re not in London, which I like.

The thing with working in London is that sometimes you need to escape it and living somewhere like this is the perfect thing to combat city stress.

We’re also planning on getting two cats, a mum and a baby if it goes through with the adoption.

Cats have a way of making a home feel like a home. The way they lounge around the house and eye you lazily when you walk through the door.

They also always seem to know when something is wrong.

I move out in a week, so I am tres excited about having my first home here.

Doorway to Heaven.

Living in student halls is a beautiful thing, all the new friends, parties and living so close to the university.

Oh and getting the fire door kicked down by strangers at 4am. That’s always a bonus. It happened on Monday night in the deep, dark depths of the morning.

You see Monday night, is the ‘student night’, where a lot of students go to the Union bar, which is called ‘The Undercroft.’ So obviously, you expect rowdy people in the wee hours, hell, I have been one of them several times, but damaging doors for the sake of it?

For about a half hour, I had been in bed listening to the drunken ramblings of some people who don’t even live on my corridor.

Enough was enough, I was getting ready to go and tell them where they could go, then BOOOOOOOF, BOOOOOOOOOG BANNNNNNG. I was scared witless, I didn’t want to open my door after that.

The door had obviously been knocked down, and then we heard footsteps running through the corridor and that’s the last I remember.

The next morning, the door was absolutely trashed, the glass knocked out, the handle RIPPED OFF, how does anyone do that?!

Right now, there are drills going off (my brain is vibrating) making new windows in our shiny new door. On reporting it to reception, I found it had happened on two other floors.

What annoys me the most is the fact that people can get in and do that? It says a lot about the security of our halls, where I think more security than say in a house is needed. The doors are obviously inadequate and serve more as an obstacle to drunken louts than a way of leaving the building in a fire.

We only have one security guard on, and he is certainly not up to the job in my opinion. Yes that is defamatory, but they the alternating guards all seem to be old, with little English and did I mention old?

With all the students in campus, you’re telling me that we have ONE security man at night? Well I do feel safe now.