Seven Things I already Miss About Oxford

1. One of the first things which come into my mind is my housemate Christopher who is always running around the house in some weird outfits from the 19th century shouting German, French and recently Japanese words which usually do not make any sense at all, nevertheless I love the expressive craziness which comes with it. One can never know if he is going to come out of his room in black gentleman suit, white onesie or simply without anything at all. I will miss our midnight talks about everything and nothing at all.

2. The second thing I already miss are those little, small moments which might seem insignificant. Walking through the Christ Church in the afternoon when the sun slightly drawn freckles on my nose. When I hang out with my friends for hours like time wouldn’t matter at all, returning home the next day. Meeting new people who later on became influential in my life with my consciousness.

3. Among other things are those late night returns from library or meetings on my bike. Driving through the dark, empty streets like everyone would suddenly disappear.

4. Riding my bicycle in the rain. That was one of the things I hated at the beginning of my stay but lately it has become the everyday bread which feels rather natural nowadays.

5. The fashion where you can expect anything anywhere. Young man wearing colourful socks in their leather moccasins, people dressed up like bananas, girls dressed like a Woody Allen and the rest of people who look like they would fell out from a Fellini’s movie.

6. Shorts and flip flops. Over the years living in Oxford I have discovered that every time the sun comes out, British tend to put the shorts and flip flops on, even when it’s zero degrees.

7. And lastly, the unpredictability of it all.