“Itty-bitty living space”
I have my own room…It’s small, but its mine.
I have my own bed. I have my own bathroom. I have to share the kitchen, but I have my own personal space period.
Although it is itty-bitty, it is all mine and all paid for.
That is all I could think of when I first walked into my flat (dorm). The residents halls I currently live in are designated for Kingston University freshers (freshmen) and international students studying at the campus for one year or more. However, I am only here for a semester and due to my hidden disability I was granted residence halls housing at Seething Wells.
Seething Wells Residents Halls
To some the small quarters would feel cramped, but oddly enough, I feel free. A space of my very own has allowed my mind to roam freely. This space in the Kingston Halls allows my mind to ponder in a uninterupted state. This itty-bitty space has allowed my mind to think big—to be in a constant state of Alpha.
Mental Prologue
Well…I have been in the UK for 3 months (since Sept. 14) and this social media thing has not become a regular habit of mine. Sorry dear readers and Facebook friends, I have not been trying to neglect you.
See, I am not used to the focus being on me. I am used to being the listener and not the one people are waiting to listen to. When it comes to academic writing or journalistic writing, it is easy and makes sense to me. The personal aspect of my life is separated from the dialogue of those style of writings. I don’t have to worry about the vulnerability aspect of the discussion. If some one does not agree with my work, finds it uninteresting or any other judgement that would cause me to feel emotional dissonance, it is easier for me to cope with and learn from the criticism (only if it is constructive) because that is expected with that style or writing.
However, a blog….an electronically public diary is all together different. When it comes to exposing my thoughts, my feelings– the unlayered Kia– to people I have not let deep into my inner circle….that is the most complex concept for me to process, I suppose.
