Moving In (Day 3)

Mission accomplished: I made it to Boots. Finally. Also, I walked up and down high street looking for a place that would sell bedding/bath towels.  And then I found a holy place called Debahams. I wanted everything, but I tried to go for the least expensive bedding. However, with the currency exchange, nothing is necessarily “cheap”.

I’m not a huge fan of flat sheets, but I picked one up (along with a fitted sheet) – then I decided to put it back. Guess who put back the fitted sheet, instead of the flat sheet, and didn’t realize until they got back to the hotel? Me. (Since writing this, and now actually posting it, I decided to get the bedding pack from the school -- which didn't include a flat sheet, so go me! On the down side, we didn't get to choose and the duvet is this hideous brown color.)

Somehow, I feel like I’ve gained another 20lbs. to my suitcase. Luckily, I took a taxi to the Halls Accommodations Office, as I was rather certain I would die by the time I made it there or I’d be watching my luggage roll down a hill.

I got there around 12:30pm (the email said to pick keys up at 1:00pm), thinking they would give me my keys just a little early...hahaha, nope. It then dawned on me that I was bound to meet other study abroad students who were trying to pick up their key and I did!

After getting my keys and arrival packet, it felt like the longest walk of my life to get my immensely overweight luggage to my building. I must have stopped to re-adjust a few hundred times. Upon realizing there were no elevators in my hall building (and my room was on the 2^nd floor, which was actually the 3^rd because the first floor was 0), I made a system of taking one item up a half flight of stairs at a time. Then, two guys offered to take my luggage up for me…praise baby Jesus.

It took me about 20 tries to put in the code for my corridor (which is a co-ed corridor with shared bath and kitchen), before I realized I was turning the knob the wrong way. (Good job, Heather. You didn’t get a degree in opening doors, so I will let this pass.)

As I was moving my stuff from the hallway into my bedroom, I met one of my flat mates, Harry from Yorkshire. 95% sure Harry was drunk, as he offered for me to join him and his buddies to "get merry" (it was maybe 2:30pm…on a Monday...the British go hard). But, he was really nice and showed me the kitchen area later. So, let’s hope everyone else in my corridor is just as friendly (update: they are). 

Here are some pictures of my new accomodations:

 

I'm going to try to not feel creepy while getting pictures of the kitchen/bathroom. 

P.S.: I seriously need to write in an actual journal. I brought one with me, but just haven’t found the time. Maybe if I write in big capital letters, I will do it. WRITE IN JOURNAL.