My trip from Bakewell to Leicester was pretty smooth. No real problems to speak of...except as I approached Leicester I began to feel incredibly exhausted. I think all this traveling has worn me down...and made me homesick. I found myself thinking about the lake I always sit by near my parents house, and our family sitting down to dinner, and seeing all my old friends again. I looked down at my overwhelming suitcase full of stuff and wished I could unpack it for good this time.
When I got to Leicester, I took a cab to my hotel. Glenfield Lodge...I chose it because it was 'close' to city centre, but to my dismay, it was in a pretty unfamiliar part of town, and walking to campus proved to be a confusing 3 mile hike through the city.
The man that opened the door was a little abrupt, and wanted to know why I hadn't called 30 minutes ahead of time. I told him I had tried (twice) but the phone just kept on ringing, and that I had sent him an email with my arrival time a few weeks ago. He said "well that's okay I have a room for you anyways"...then he led me through some dark hallways, and up the staircase to a room that could have originally been a closet, and asked me to pay in advance. It was only £20 for one night, so I can't be legitimately disgrunted about this, but it isn't like the nice bed and breakfast places I've stayed in so far. There is no homey feeling to the dark peeling wallpaper or dank smell.
It's only one night though. Tomorrow I can go back to Digby, and it'll be nice to see everyone again. Today I am at the library determined to finish my papers...though I might be here till late in the evening.
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