I JUST finished unpacking in my new room, in my new houseshare (not quite ready to call it home).
My parents left about two hours ago, I cried like a fresher again. It's crazy, for four years now I've been moving here there and everywhere, well only Uni and Germany but still... and at the beginning of every new place, when the boxes are unpacked and the parents leave I cry like a baby. It's not even voluntary! It's like my body does it entirely of it's own accord. Anyway, mini breakdown out of the way, I made a cup of tea, put strictly on in the background, unpacked some more and gradually regained some sanity.
Sanity reclaimed and I'm feeling good. My new room is at least twice the size of anywhere I've had before. I've 'Kirstyfied' it. Books, teapots, pictures and lots of cushions. The house is large in itself, large enough for people not to be tripping over eachother but next time I hear someone out and about I'm going to properly introduce myself and try to remember their names. So far I have seen only men. Four of them in a house of eight. I'm holding out for the other three to be girls although I'm doubting it. It's a good job I have my training of living with majority men last year... I do wish that lot were here though!
So this week is the biggie. On Wednesday I am going to Gatwick to do my induction training for my new Graduate job. Eeeek! It's going to be a couple of weeks of lots and lots of new people. I'm excited to meet the other graduates, hoping for at least one kindred spirit in there and just to get stuck in to the job. As of yet I still don't really understand what my new role will entail, I'm hoping to get some clarification in the next week or so!
So until then, I'm going to get my bearings in this new place, go to the gym a lot (mainly to shake off any anxiety), probably do some backdated blogs from my trips to Bulgaria and Bath and hopefully settle into what will be my life for the next 8 months.
Let the adventure begin,
K xx
