Weekend in Cambridge...

My first weekend in Cambridge.

I started the weekend on an adventure. I left the college so early that there was not a single soul in the campus. I took a bus, went to a mega-mart, pushed a trolley and bought necessities enough to last. It took me 2 hours before I got back to my dorm.

Though down with a little flu, I was definitely feeling positive about my successful adventure all by myself. I recollected about the past 2 weekends when hubby was still by my side as we toured Sweden and went round to Oxford. But now, I am doing all this by myself, just like Dora the explorer, moving around with a backpack and a map.

The sky grew dark by 6pm. It is the norm across UK as winter approaches. The days when night falls at 4pm is growing nearer..the gloomy days are definitely here to stay..at least till February. The more I think about it..the more I feel lost. It will be the first time I celebrate my birthday alone in a foreign land.

As dinner time approaches, I was taken aback when the kitchen was taken hostage by friends of my flatmate. They were preparing for a hotpot party. As such, I could not cook my dinner. I felt lousy but stopped thinking about it after returning to my books. The party went on till past 10..and 11..I guess they must be enjoying themselves and getting all excited about meeting up with friends from hometown. It is after all just a saturday night..it's time to chill out..and me without dinner.

On nights like this..I miss home terribly..how I wish the flu medication will go into effect soon..and I can then drift into dreamland...