Author’s note: warning, this post has the potential to be soppy, cheesy and just downright cringeworthy so save yourself if this doesn’t sound like your cup of tea. Otherwise, enjoy!
Wow, this is a tough one. I can’t possibly choose one person. I’ve had almost 24 hours to think about it and think I’m going to cheat a little on this one if you don’t mind.
I could say Baron, my dog. He never fails to bring a smile to my lips. If I’m sad or afraid, he’s there. If I’m happy, he’s there. And if I’m trying to do something in a hurry? You got it, he’s there.
I could say my family. We have our differences, a lot of them, but we’re still family and we’ve got each others’ backs.
I could pick any individual. Instead, I’m picking three. These three in fact.
They mightn’t forgive me for using this picture but it’s one of the only ones I have of all three of them. My flatmates, Jason, Mary and Nuala, are the people who make me happy and they each have their own way of doing so.
A brief history on how I met each of them.
Jason – My first time meeting Jason, he was drunk. Funny, that pretty much describes most of first year. It was the Tuesday night of fresher’s week (a week of partying and meeting other first years) and I was in Kitchen 14, drinking tea, listening to Callam playing guitar, and talking to Toby and Ryan. Truth be told, I was kind of scared of Toby and Ryan at the start because of their size (they both workout a lot) and so it was interesting talking to them. The door opened behind me, and in through it staggered a tall guy in a t-shirt and jeans. He introduced himself as Jason and went over to the lockers to get some food, blabbering away about some really friendly Canadian he had met on his way in. Taking his food with him, Jason went to bed and, truth be told, I thought nothing more of him that night. The next day, I was waiting outside the Boyd Orr building for an induction lecture for maths, letting us know what the upcoming year would bring. In my usual fashion, I was there early and so sat down to look at my phone when next thing I spotted Jason walking towards me – he was going to the induction lecture too! We sat beside each other in the lecture and walked back to Cairncross together while he told me all about his granny’s dog, and his younger siblings. We parted ways, agreeing to speak sometime – well he did only live 2 doors away from me, I didn’t have much choice, did I? That night was the headphone disco and I really wish I could tell you it was amazing. However I wouldn’t know, I ended up taking an extremely drunk Jason back to Cairncross in a taxi and having to find someone to help me carry him to his room as he couldn’t walk. As a thanks/apology, I was bought a tub of Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream and so began our friendship.
To tell you about Mary, I’ll have to start with Nuala.
Nuala moved in on the Saturday, the day after me. My room was opposite Kitchen 15 and so, when I heard someone going in, I opened the door to say hi. We briefly introduced ourselves and talked about who had claimed what cupboard spaces. I then made a comment about a group of us walking into the city centre to buy some of the things we’d forgotten to bring to uni. Nuala agreed and later that day I knocked on her door and we headed into town. After a while, we got bored in the city centre and walked back, talking about ourselves, our siblings, and our dogs. I made a mental note to remember Nuala, she reminded me of someone but I couldn’t quite place her. When we got back to Cairncross, Nuala suggested we invite people to our kitchen for pre drinks and so she posted a message on the Cairncross 2014-2015 Facebook page inviting anyone who wanted to come.
As you can see, Mary was one of the first to reply. She was also the first to show up! Arriving with alcohol in one hand, mixer in the other, Mary struck me for having a gorgeous tan and these really blue eyes. Never mind that though, she actually had the courage to turn up alone to somewhere completely new! I can’t remember if we spoke much that night but I soon remembered her through playing multiple rounds of Ring Of Fire.
Wow, all this and she hasn’t said how they make her happy? My goodness, Katie is rambling tonight.
These three, this year especially, have kept me from going insane. They’re there if I need someone, they put up with my incessant talking and rambling, and they haven’t tried to kill me – yet. There is still time.
Without these three, my first year at uni wouldn’t have been as great as it was and I certainly wouldn’t be having as great a time in my second year. I can’t tell them how much they mean to me so hopefully they’ll read this and know, either that or I’m going to have to think of ways to show it!
Don’t take people for granted, and let those who you love know it. I love these three. They’re my surrogate family, and sometimes they’re all the family I need.