This time next week the car will be loaded to the brim and I'll be on the way to my new home for the next 9 months. Can you believe it? I can't either. I wouldn't say I'm excited anymore (except for when the Avicii song comes on and it makes me wish I was already there- drunk and dancing) I'm waaaay more nervous.
What if I don't like my floormates?
Or even worse...
What if they don't like me?
What if I turn up to all these events designed to help you make friends on my own and I'm too scared to talk to a single person? Will someone else start the conversation first because they want to be my friend? And I can't just quit and move back home because everyone is saying that I'll be back and home sick within 3 weeks, so I'm determined to last a month at least! Even if I wanted to come back I wouldn't be able too because I've already helped Luke to maleise my room. AND I forgot to take pictures of it before so I can't even imagine it without the huge DCFC flag hanging on my wall.
Sadly these aren't my only worries today. I also get to go and get my Implanon replaced- what fun! Then get my poor feeling-sorry-for-myself ass back on the bus home... alone, while Luke goes to see a boxing match with his Dad.
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