Balls in my court

(View from my room)

I made a decision.

I don't want to censor myself on this thing. I want to take blogging seriously and really "dig deep" because I think that the result will be really gratifying if I stay true to myself (and ultimately others). I've been afraid of saying "it's hard" because I haven't really heard anyone else say that and there's always a desire to fit in.

But it's hard.

I'm being honest with everyone - it is singlehandedly the most overwhelming experience of my life. College was definitely stressful in its own respect but I had two cousins and my best friend from school all going to Northeastern so that made it much easier. But being in a foreign country, armed with only two suitcases, and everything is new... new faces, new language, new change of scenery.... it freaked me out truthfully. I guess it didn't help that I came alone. But I'm taking each day at a time. I think this is what culture shock is. At the end of the day I think I'll come out a much stronger person... Everyone has told me that the most important thing is to do what I want to do, in terms of traveling where I want, going out when and where I want... and doing the things that I want to do. Drinking here is a big deal, and it's not exactly a secret that Simona isn't a big drinker. So I hope that the newbies that just moved in are cool with that. I'm kind of an old soul I suppose, and I have my own ways of having a good time.

Falling asleep last night was actually impossible. Tossing and turning to the max. I don't know if it was nerves or what I ate combined with a few pints of beer, but... I was feeling ill. No bueno. I think I finally dozed off at 6 and was able to get in some nap time and awoke to my new neighbors moving in.

We finally have some water so I'm looking forward to my first shower here and then taking on the day via shopping at Tesco for some groceries and some kitchen basics.

S.