Yesterday I felt so weak. None of my close friends had arrived in Canberra yet, and for some inexplicable reason, I desperately wanted to see a familiar, friendly face. I had yet to unpack my bags, there were heavy boxes that needed to be moved, and groceries to shop for. I was so overwhelmed I went for a walk, got a little lost, teared up abit, and found my way back a few hours later. Then I went on the interweb, where I looked at photos and for awhile pretended I was back home with my family and friends again. Which actually made me even more unhappy. Canberra suddenly felt so vast and foreign; I almost wished I could take the next plane back. After all, my bags were already packed and noone would really know I was missing.
It’s so easy and tempting for me to say “I hate this place”, but I won’t. Because today was relatively good, and the days ahead can only get better. I managed to move the boxes myself (in several painful trips), unpack my bags in record time and shop for groceries as well. And tomorrow dear Shan is arriving, so I’m jolly excited. Classes start tomorrow too, so to distract myself I’ve been scrutinizing my course guides. How nerdy, I know.
Here is a picture of my room. It's still quite messy, but this is probably about as neat as it can get.
Here's to a good week ahead.
