OK so it's the morning after my first day back in Plymouth and I'm still pretty....nervous, homesick (already), uncertain. But I guess things will get better as the days go by.
We had to get up SO early (2am!) and leave just before 4, car packed, nerves already fluttering. It was a smooth enough journey with a few rest stops and breakfast only 3/4 hr outside of Plymouth. Not the best breakfast, mind, but that's motorway services for you.
Once we reached my new house, it wasn't quite the happy welcome as neither of the people I knew were home that day, so I just had to unload the car, check my room, and slowly unpack, before bidding my dad goodbye. He's such a trooper, driving all the way here and back in one day.
All that was left then was to get my unpacking finished, buy some extra items and food, and try to relax. Got to speak to the three new housemates I didn't know, only briefly however but they seemed nice enough. Time will tell how things go.
I spent the rest of my evening [trying] to read before getting a call from my dad to say he'd just got home at 5pm. Made me wish I was back home even more. Whether it was my nerves or real hunger, I don't know, but I eventually heated up a can of Carrot and Coriander soup and ate it while watching Vampire Diaries. This carried on until I started getting tired, the kind where you can barely keep your eyes open. Then I knew it was time to get ready for bed.
Now here I am on the new morning with a library to go visit and potentially a writing competition to attend tonight. See you later for more developments
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