I had a dream about halls last night. It was freshers week, the first night, but of next year. Everyone had just moved in. Everyone was so excited. I'm not really sure why I was there, but I went back to my old room and it looked so different. Mostly we were in a different block, exploring as if we'd never been there. Venturing into people's rooms, partying like the first night of last year. I was telling everyone that I didn't live there, but I would be coming back to halls for third year. Do you think your dreams speak the truth? I miss halls so much, I'd love to go back for third year, but I fear it wouldn't be the same, that it wouldn't compare to the year I had this year. I want this year to happen all over again. With the same people. I loved every minute. I loved my room. The total freedom you have. In my dream you were there. Stood outside G block, just moving in. I called your name out of the window and you looked around. Gave me a smile. Then turned back. I want to go back.
What if everything just isn't the same this year? What if the reason I love uni so much is halls? What if I can't be in a house with the people I'm living with? What if I'm not cut out for it? I want to do this year over again and savour every moment. It'll never be the same. I miss it so much, I miss it every day. I want to go back there now. I keep listening to Hometown Glory by Adele. It reminds me so much of halls. "Round my home town, memories are fresh. Round my hometown, oh the people I've met are the wonders of my world."
Take me back.
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