“The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.”
— Ernest Hemingway
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.”
– Mark Twain, The Innocents Abroad/Roughing It
My first year at St Mary’s is long over and my second year is about to begin. I used to have this lovely room on the top floor of my halls of residence on campus. I liked that there was a big tree right outside my window. I remember when I first got there last September, my room was in complete darkness during the day because the tree’s leaves kept daylight from entering. The tree was also the home of many a bird and in early autumn and late spring, I woke up to an orchestra of various birds.
I have to admit that I miss Room 308. So many different memories – both sad and happy – were made in that room. I made friends there, I got drunk there, I wept bitter tears there, I danced and sang there, I fell in love there. I hated and loved it, there; in Room 308. It is strange to know that the next, lucky person to inhabit that room will make similar experiences to mine and grow attached to that room as much as I did. I’m certain that all the people before me feel the same way and often think back to their first year at university.
I spent three seasons in that room: autumn, winter and spring. I’m sure that now in summer it must look lovely too. I happened to take a picture of my beloved tree every season. I thought I’d share the outcome.
All pictures taken by Laetitia “Lee” Kaiser