Surviving alone in your Uni flat over the holidays
Everyone else is gone
For anyone at uni who isn’t vaguely local, getting back home over the holidays can be a real bastard. So suddenly you’re abandoned in your ten bed flat, alone for a week. What the fuck are you meant to do?
Embrace your guilty pleasures and blare S Club 7 to fill the emptiness of your heart and house. It’ll distract you from the creepy silence.
You don’t need that towel for the shower any more. Or the kitchen. Wander around starkers, there’s no one to traumatise.
Some student flats require a mandatory tetanus shot. Make the most of those messy bastards leaving and try to salvage what’s left of your security deposit.
Theoretically, without your flatmates distracting you, you could pause Netflix, get out of bed, and go to the library.
So your flatmates have locked their rooms, it’s like they don’t trust you… But you’ll at least have access to their kitchen cupboards to see what weird shit they’ve stockpiled. And if anyone asks, you’re definitely going to replace everything you ‘borrowed’.
Every creak in your house will probably set your adrenaline coursing. Watch some home defence videos on YouTube. Maybe procure a hockey stick.
Count the days
As much as you relish your freedom, you’ll inevitably be counting the days until your flatmates come back. Because as noisy/messy/annoying as they can be, you love them really.