Once again I’m surrounded with faces and names I can’t remember or pronounce, my window looks out onto a shock of electric lime grass and my birkenstocks eternally have a thin varnish of mud. Though now the sea of anonymity is now interspersed with yearlong friends, my window doubles as a place for tea, ukulele and homework, and I am no longer surprised when mould creeps between the leather straps of my shoes.
My second year has started off better than I could’ve hoped.
The air is sticky and mildewy from where I sit, just perched outside my room, balancing on my windowsill. The rain’s started up again as the internet’s gone down.
The monsoon permeates everything, but I am one of the lucky ones – my room does not smell of mould spores and damp clothes but of “lush tropical images reminiscent of the Daintree Rainforest and exclusive Barrier Reef” thanks to a birthday scented candle on my desk (in reality it smells more of starbursts but I’m not complaining).
Speaking of my birthdays (brilliant segue, I know) – I’m eighteen! My second, and last, birthday on the hill was just as touching and momentous as the first. I did, however, miss my burnt-fish-smelling-rubber-cake of last year, courtesy of my beautifully absent secondyear, Haylee, but the Aussie (and, sadly, Oceanian) Squad on campus has grown by one! I am now joined by Honey and Sam, both from Sydney, as my lovely firsties – I hope I’m doing okay!
After our first trip to Paud with both batches, I returned to campus to be whisked away to an undisclosed location (the roof of TIME) where lay candles, teacups, tea, and people who I love. While it felt strange reaching a (fairly momentous) milestone so far from those I’d always expected would surround me, I realised I now have a home and people who (kinda) like me on two different sides of the globe.
It was a strange sensation saying goodbye at the airport. After the most idyllic holiday, it was incredibly hard to tear myself away from the green hills of home back to the green hills of Maharastra. Each time I think it will be okay – I’ve left home sporadically for quite a while now – but it was still difficult, as difficult as my bungled flight transfer in Hong Kong which resulted in me going in and out of immigration and running through two terminals in heels. When I finally got to Mumbai baggage claim, at midnight, I spied Emila (Poland), Lizzie (Curaçao), Liambi (China), and Manuela (Colombia) and I felt like I had never left.
While it’s been a weird experience to return with half the community transformed into other unknown people, it’s been interesting getting to know the first years. My roommates are lovely; Niharika (my co-year from Mumbai), Sherab (Bhutan) and Clara (Denmark), and I share House 10R.
There has barely been time to breathe with the tumultuous excess of things happening. Between room dinners, sitar lessons, student strikes, tea, concerts, ukulele club, economics, poetry nights, vegan soup cooking adventures, and classes (I go to classes), there is occasionally time for timtams and melbourne breakfast tea.
Much love to all those who have stuck through my utterly awful amount of updates. There may be a travel post soon(ish…).
all my love,
7 thoughts on “Still Rainin’, Still Dreamin’”
Takes me back to when we visited Tanny in Poona. Lovely to read about your experiences. You sound so happy. Have just had 2 nights with Mum & Dad & Tanny up in the mountains….what a magic spot. Looking forward to seeing you at Christmas darling girl. Love Boz xx
Hi lovely Anna, it was great t receive your post. It looks like you are having way too much fun. Enjoy.
Love from Laurie and Louise.
So you really are attending some classes after all. Well done with the Eco test! Always look forward to your new blog posts. Keep them coming.
Heaps of love, Dad
You sound so happy Anna which is wonderful. Wow, what a great schooling experience. Your blog has brightened my day! I look forward to following it.
Missing you!! Glad you’re enjoying yourself. tilda xxxx
Lovely to read your blog Anna. Thinking of you in Goa and Hampi and hoping you survive the busses ! Safe travels, love you xxxx
We love your blogs too Anna and ‘hang out’ for more updates. You sound as though you are having an amaaaazing time. With love to you from all of us GM Kaye xx