My room, my room, in which I spent 3 years of St. Pat's, trying to elude homework. I never did take a liking to this place because the walls are too thin and one can hear everything that's going on in the next room. Still I bet I'll miss my room very much once I head off to the cold, impersonal dorm in Herstmonceux.
I wish I could take my pillows, blankets and whatnot. As much as my mom's desperate to actually squeeze them in to the luggage, I don't think it'll work. Neither will I be in need of them. (Even if I do... well... what can I say?)
I really hope that I can pull those things together on my own. I'm really bad at asking strangers for help. And this would be the part where everyone goes: "this is your chance to break out of your shyness." ... Some people are seriously misunderstood...
This is where I'll study: the Herstmonceux Castle in East Sussex. At first I thought I would live here too (and was excited) but not exactly. The dorm is 10 min. away from the Castle. And I must say... it ain't lookin' good.
So this is it, isn't it?
The first time spending more than a week away from home. Right now, everything feels surreal. Tomorrow seems like any other tomorrows I've had. But it won't be. It will be something I'm yet to experience. I spent some time being terrifid of new possibilities, new challenge.
Hopefully I won't be such a coward when I actually confront the situation.
This is just a beginning for this blog. If you care to know how things are with me, visit me here often.
Well, then, au revoir and hasta la vista to you all.
I'll see you in December when I come back for Christmas.
