I woke up at 4 am, after a night of not sleeping very well, as I kept thinking about my 3 year old brother sleeping in his bed, and knowing that he would wake up and I would be gone, thinking about my mum, and stepdad.. I was sad to leave. My mum woke up 10 minutes after me, and we both quietly scurried around the house getting ready. At 5 am I was at the airport saying goodbye to her and our dog, that had been brought along. Saying goodbye to my family is always so hard, and I was tempted not to go, as the next time I will see them will probably be next summer. 15 hours later I was in New York City waiting for a friend to pick me up from the airport. I was scared about going to Simmons, I kept wondering what it will be like to be in an all girls College, and whether or not I will like it. I spent two nights in Brooklyn. I got to see around Manhattan, and believe me, for an eastern European, who has only been to Texas, New Mexico and Seattle - it is quite an experience. A train ride on friday morning brought me to Boston. Where people seeing me with two suitcases and awed expression, figured I must be a foreigner, and offered me help with directions, and the suitcases themselves. I was pleasantly surprised and felt welcome in this new city, which I was to call my new home. My room was bare when I entered it, and I realised I will have to do some serious shopping, even though all the things I need are going to be shipped to me (but I can hardly afford to wait 3 weeks for bedding and a pillow). The residential campus itself is very pretty, with trees and squirells. A stage was being set up as I entered, and orientation leaders were huddled in groups still discussing details.
I can’t wait until my room starts looking like a place someone actually lives in! My roommates will arrive tomorrow, so that will help, but I ought to start decorating.
International orientation is about to start in a few hours, so for today I will say: chau! (bye)