Last night, we decided to make a nesting of blankets and cushions, scattered with pillows and persons. there were almost a dozen of us lying down in front of the television, watching some nostalgic movies from our childhood. 

After spending the whole night, we lay within the blankets for a few more hours, just chatting about everything and anything. I kept myself nestled in a place to what I saw as a home. It was a splendid way of spending quality time with many friends. 

It replicated the sleepovers I would have as a child, staying up all night and just having bedside conversations. Our hopes and dreams just as illuminated as it were before. 

This is just another reminder that I will miss my home here at Wenman that come with the people I’ve met.