A Prophecy Fulfilled

As it is, G and I have predicted correctly that upon arriving in the great land of Britain I would hardly post. Nevertheless, I shall make an effort! Currently I am extremely tired from going around town shopping for new sheets to spruce up my room and also baking something as a welcome gift for A.

The new sheets will come on tomorrow, for I would hate for it to be messed up when I sleep it in tonight. The irony of nice bedspreads.

After 36 hours, I have put most (95%) things into where they are supposed to be. My clothes have managed to fit into my cupboards and I really did feel like Carrie Bradshaw trying to move house. Toss or Take, anyone?

Then today I slowly attempted to talk to people again. I had dinner in hall, engaged in so-so conversations - some parts interesting, some parts obligatory and just tried hard to enjoy myself and the company of other people. So I might have gone to the bar if I didn't have clothes awaiting packing or something to bake, but I don't know, maybe this is all the socialising I can take for now. It's like hello social world, and oh boy isn't it awkward not having seen you after all this while?

N is coming back tomorrow, and I think soon maybe H and S. S is an annoying jerk, but at least he is a Good Person, or at least this comes from 6 weeks of observations in Capitol Tower days. As for N, I have not seen him for 2 months, and quite simply it is good to have a familiar face around.

Okay, this entry is as no frills as it gets, and in the coming days there will be the socially awkward situations, as I try to balance love and life again. I don't know if it'll be possible but I suppose the most important thing is to be happy regardless of what you have or do not have.