One week later!
Right then. It's been a few hours past the seven day mark and I'm still alive, so I must be doing something right. Please excuse the rubbish photos. It's been a really odd week, I'll be totally honest. It doesn't feel as though I've moved out. It feels more like a holiday and I've just brought all my things with me. I don't exactly feel homesick, and I haven't cried. (Although mum did, and on Friday my tutor asked me if she was okay now, bless him!) The moving in process was relatively easy actually, I was expecting absolute chaos, but it can't have taken any more than three hours from leaving home to emptying both cars into my room. Which, by the way is actually quite nice. Most of my things got unpacked on Sunday evening, and then the rest I did through Monday and Tuesday and now I'm all set up in my home for the remaining 39 weeks that I'm allowed to stay here. Before I forget to mention, I will say that my flat mates are pretty cool.