Boxed in

Listening to: 'Twenty-Four' by Switchfoot [The Beautiful Letdown]

And so, the bitch is back. Reached Cambridge on Tuesday, and so far I've managed to do everything I wanted to -

1. found my room
2. met housemates (well, two out of the four)
3. got internet
4. moved stuff

Indeed, thanks to two angelic young men with biceps and triceps twice (or thrice) the size of my own, my room is now full of boxes that were packed by my father, back in July. At some point over the next few days, I'm going to have to un-box them and make this place liveable. There are 30 (yes, thirty) medium-sized boxes in my room, and I have a feeling that Oxfam's about to get lucky.

I've been away from home for almost 4 days now, and the homesickness is (very) slowly wearing off. I really didn't anticipate this level of homesickness. I guess moving into a new place by myself, new housemates, no Shorty (she's gone in search of bright lights and high salaries)...it's all a bit too much after spending two and a half months at home with my parents. Even though I'm technically back in my second home, I feel like I've been thrown back four years to when I was a fresher. Once again, I don't know how things work, I don't know what to expect, I don't know if I've made the right choice. The thought "what the hell am I doing here?" has crossed my mind on many occasions this week. There's an event in the MCR bar for freshers tomorrow, so hopefully I'll meet some others in the same position. I also got details of Health and Safety - oh the joy - lectures in two weeks' time (Venus, you'll probably have the same letter in your pigeon hole when you get here). Reading the letter reminded me that I'm here for more than just unpacking my stuff, which was refreshing. I can't believe I'm looking forward to Health and Safety lectures! I can't wait for things to get going. I know I'm gonna complain about having too much work later, but right now I'm thinking 'too much work' is better than 'no work at all'.

OK it's almost 9.30pm and I'm already yawning...I don't like jet lag. Maybe I should get to bed and give my body a rest. I've got a long day (of unpacking) tomorrow.