my first few months in college in dublin were spent sharing a room in a family house in whitehall in dublin. it didnt last long. then i moved into a apartment above the best sandwich shop near my college. it didnt last long either. then i moved into 78 stewart hall with some friends (this was may 1996) and over the next few years somewhere in the region of about a dozen people lived in that apartment. i slept on the couch for months. we played cards and were woken up at 8am by josh wink songs at really high volume. we laughed for ages at one flat mate who kept his socks on the window cill everynight to get rid of the smell. then it came time to move, so after a while of running around town looking at flats we eventually settled on an apartment on the same floor, it made moving everything so much easier. so we moved in there (no 81). i cant remember when it happened though. sometime around 98 or 99 i think. over the next few years a few of us lived in there, sleeping arrangements changing every few months. i laughed constantly at the purple carpet in the bathroom, sitting room and bedrooms. the horrible sofa and the dreadful curtains. the horrible layout where we got almost no direct sunlight. but it was home, so we all loved it. i left the apartment in august 2002 to move to here and friends of mine continued to live there until today. paul sent me the picture below just now as he left for the last time. bye bye 81!