First year in London was chaos. The flat looked more squat than home, but we filled it with life. No student can afford Mayfair prices, so we searched markets. Someone even nabbed a table from outside a pub. It felt like Shoreditch, but that’s what made it home. Vintage sofas feel alive, and it doesn’t matter if it’s scratched. I’ve fallen asleep in a battered armchair with a book, and the chairs became mates. East London is built on mix and mess, fabric and leather couches students rely on it. I stopped by Smithers looking for nothing, and the place was full of funky retro chairs.
money was tight, but that chair still sits in the flat. We’ve all dragged furniture through rain. it’s half the fun. Furniture with scars feels built for students. Flat-pack won’t last a term, but real pieces stay alive. every stain means another night. By the end of the year, you don’t remember the kettle, but that funky accent chair is legend. When you start student life, skip the flat-pack rubbish. Take home something with scars, and let it carry your student nights.
money was tight, but that chair still sits in the flat. We’ve all dragged furniture through rain. it’s half the fun. Furniture with scars feels built for students. Flat-pack won’t last a term, but real pieces stay alive. every stain means another night. By the end of the year, you don’t remember the kettle, but that funky accent chair is legend. When you start student life, skip the flat-pack rubbish. Take home something with scars, and let it carry your student nights.
