Day 155 - Goodbye Langton Close. Goodbye London.

A sunny day. My room seemed especially empty, with everything packed in. After a few adjustments, I bid Yu Ming and Yifan, my remaining flatmates, farewell.

I'm so gonna miss this 39p cookie. A cheap and good snack from Waitrose.

Quiet Wren Street, where I stayed.

When it was winter, the trees were bare and I could see my Hall from the entrance of Wren Street. Now it is full of life for summer.

I've always wondered why the hostel is called Langton Close when the address says Wren Street.

Turns out this small little carpark-ish street IS Langton Close.

The first time I came here, I thought it means I should use the other entrance instead of this entrance. So at 7.30 am in the morning, I went from this entrance to the other entrance and back, wondering which entrance to use, since both had this sign. It was only when one of the administrative officers pop their heads out did I realise that they are referring to the left side of the door, rather than the whole entrance itself.

And so, I returned my key, dragged my barangs and took the 2pm train to Cambridge. And while I was dragging my stuff to Keng Rui's place, I bumped into Liling, who came to visit Ivan! To think that we couldn't meet up in London, we had to bump into each other in Cambridge.

Farewell London. I didn't fall in love with you, but I enjoyed my 6 months stay here. I will miss you, cause a part of my life happened here.

Ditto to room 4G2 and Langton Close. The heating may suck, the laundry may be expensive, the lighting may be too dim, the closet may be too tiny, the corridor may smell like pee, but still, I had great times while staying in you. Thank you and I'll miss the times I had.