Two weeks in, still not fully adjusted. It's strange because I thought once I bounded off my British Airways flight I would be filled with joy and unadulterated happiness...not necessarily the case. You know, even though everyone here technically speaks English, sometimes I feel like we're communicating in another language. The weather hasn't been helping much - one can expect it to rain at least once a day and it gets dark around 4 p.m. (I'm told during the summer it stays light until midnight.)
Classes have been going OK, although it feels like I'm repeating freshman year all over again, what with the 300+ people in my lectures and the extra tutorial sessions with TAs, the fact that I'm again living in a dorm with four other dudes, and oh yeah, everyone around me is 18 years old and it makes me feel weird. I joined a few societies last week in hopes of meeting people and making friends, and well, they went OK, but not what I expected. In fact, nothing since I've been here has been what I expected to think or feel or be. It's unfortunately making me question my motives for coming here in the first place. Sometimes I feel like I can't even talk to anybody about this because I don't want to feel I'm like I'm whining for being in Europe, ya know? I mean, seriously what do I really have to complain about? The fact that I can't find Garnier Fructis shampoo at the local drug store?
Sigh. I keep telling myself that things will improve, and part of me feels that they will. Then there's that other part that says come May 30 I won't feel anything but regret of a wasted five months.
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