It’s been exactly two weeks since I left home. Coming to England to study has been my dream since I could learn to talk. Now I’m here, actually doing it, and funny how it doesn’t feel real. It feels like a dream.
Nothing has really sunk in yet. I feel like I’m floating on air most of the time, and the days seem to drag on and on. Maybe I still need some time getting used to all this. Everything is still new to me, this washing my own clothes, making my own bed, cooking my own meals AND cleaning up after. I know I sound like such a brat, but I’ll get used to it.
However what I think needs more time to get used to is the noise, and the other peoples dirty dishes, and the beer cans and bottles everywhere, and the SMELL of beer and liquor everywhere, oh, and the flatmates who come in drunk really late at night. They’re all really nice, but I just need to get used to all of this first.
And it’s so, God damn cold here in York.
All the problems I’m going through now I think KNOW I can handle.. With the exception of one.



I miss my Mom, and my family so so much that I can’t even think about it. Because if I think about tears start welling up and I start breaking down like a little girl. I miss them so much it’s not even funny. Usually I’m away from home alone at most for two weeks, till my mom and everyone else joins me. But it’s been two weeks. And nobody’s coming anytime soon. And and and. :’( Yeah, I just miss them. And instead of feeling better after looking at picture and Skyping with them, it’s the other way around. I feel much worse.
I miss you the most mama. :( Can’t wait to see you in 8 weeks. Okay I can do this it’s only 8 weeks. But then what?