In nearly a month, I'll be jetting off to London with Bristol being my eventual destination. Though initially eager and raring to go, I am now somewhat nonchalant and cavalier towards this imminent prospect.
Anyway, after such a long time, I unexpectedly(after a while of waiting, I was numb to any expectations) received my accomodation confirmation in the mail at mid-day. Be it by sheer fortune, coincidence or skill at culturing some bullshit in my accomm application, I was granted my choice of hostel.
To give yall more insight on this matter, there're only 2 regions in Bristol where the various Halls are located; One is accessible by a 10min walk to/from Wills Memorial Tower(Law faculty) while the other is slightly more than 45min, by foot once again. All but one of the fully catered(comes with cooked food) halls are located in the more distant region.
Naturally, I wanted to lodge in the more accessible region and in a hall with cooked meals for convenience sake in face of the predominantly adverse and gloomy climate of South-West England. Therefore, I did what I thought would most significantly influence the Accomodation Officers to place me in my desired hall. In the specific disability and reasons part of the accomodation application form, I mentioned(more aptly, blew out of proportion) the severity of an average asthma attack as well as it's perennial frequency. Most importantly, I linked my disability to being unable to travel unreasonably long distances in the cold(to logically locate me somewhere nearby) and my strong preference of having readily cooked food in the event an asthma attack impedes me from cooking(for that specific hall). And despite being given the option to list my order of hall choices, I filled Clifton Hill House as my top and only choice. Somehow, things worked out.
Right now, I am satisfied that every of the necessary documents has been settled and finalised without any tangos with the local and Bristish bureaucracies. Not that I had lost sleep over those issues, but with all these practical depature stuff straightened out, I can only declare that I am physically jet set. Mentally and emotionally wise? I'm nearly there, with my eagerness kept in healthy measure against my reluctance to leave Singapore. But one thing for certain- Despite the miles that seperate every of us, I'm confident my friendships, with theamigos as a whole and as individuals, would the very least be well preserved and also with realistic growth potential, based on our online cross country communcations and whatever limited time spent here at home thus far.
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