First week

I've survived my first week as a freshman. It was weird... you might say. I've lived in the quiet country side my whole life and suddenly there's traffic on the streets at three am. I want to sleep, but the noise is just too much. Since I'm a bit different as you might have noticed I don't feel like I'm fitting in completely. I do get along with my roommates, of which one is never present, and I'm getting friendly with another girl from my class. She's cool enough. Actually scratch that "enough". She's cool. Period. 

Classes are a different story all together. I'm so going to freak out soon. There's so much to do and it's only the first week. I honestly never had so much homework back in high school. And those were all things I could finish before classes. I don't think it's going to happen here. Well, there. I'm at home right now...

Which brings me to my car. My baby might be dying. I have to check her oil levels or what ever, but she's acting up on me. I do not like it... Not one bit. Oh, and being back home, when suddenly I think of Haapsalu as my home, it feels different. Like I don't fit here anymore. Everyone were excited to see me, especially Dad. That's weird on so many levels, by the way. It just doesn't feel like home. I want to pack my things and go back. Back to my real life. I have new acquaintances that are possibly going to evolve into friendships. Here I just have old friendships that are bound to die. I'm sounding really pessimistic now, but I fear it just might happen. I have barely spoken with H. And the sad part is, it's okay. I don't have that need for constant H time anymore. I'm perfectly content with being on my own. 

Oh, well. Maybe another week of loneliness will change it. One can only hope, there's just not that much I can do about my feelings. Sleep tight, my Internet stalkers. I wish you never have to feel happy about leaving home...