Kautsar Abd Rahman

It feels rather weird writing my entry from Cardiff.

A whole chapter on London has ended for me. It feels like…this is it. I no longer have an address in the UK and could no longer call myself a Londoner. Not that I ever have, anyway, but still. And leaving behind the chaos of Beaux-Art along with Emir and Imar and my brother at Finsbury Park feels a bit melancholic. Not sad, but I have that homesick feeling at the back of my mind.

Leaving the house in its original condition, albeit slightly bruised.

I will definitely remember the times in Beaux-Arts with fond memories. From the happy times we sing and have terrible jokes to the sheer annoyance of sharing a house with two teenage boys (seriously, you guys don’t know to wipe the counter?).  Even at the last moment, after we said farewell and feeling all ‘awwwww’ and sad, and leaving the house with happy thoughts the boys didn’t fail to irritatingly-amuse us by making me and Shaz sort 10 kg worth of shillings on Llyod’s coffee table just because they were too tired to pour it into a change-machine near our house!! We have this whole ‘balang’ of shillings weighing 10kg and Shaz had gotten the boys to carry it to Morrison near our house and dump it into the change-machine where it will be sorted out automatically and the machine will give you notes. They had carried the shillings all the way to a cafe to have breakfast, which is only metres away from Morrison!! They decided not to continue their quest to Morrison cause the shillings were too heavy and came back home with it! So, me and Shaz ended up carrying the 10kg weight, along with our BAGS all the way to Bayswater and then to Oxford Street to Lloyd’s bank and ended up sorting it manually into little plastic bags! Imagine, we spent good hour sorting 10kg worth of shillings that amounted to £60 just because!

Hahaha.

It was actually rather fun, so no hard-feelings.

Really?!

There are lots of things to miss about living in Beaux- Art. The trip to the gym’s shower everyday with Shaz because our shower doesn’t work, the ‘Radio Sumatera’ by Imar and Emir, their obsession with chat-roullete which seriously amused me and Shaz, the singing sessions, the heart-to-heart session, the dinner table family meals, the dodgy moments, birthdays, Imar and Emir serious sadness over one lost football match, sharing good news with each other and all other soppy stuff like that and getting into fights with Emir over everything from causing destruction to his little HALO models by creating earthquakes to teasing the hell out of each other. And really, just the moments we share together – like a family

The End.