It really happened. I'm really here. I'm real. This is real.
Yeah. Sorry for the vague expression of feelings. Just kind of washed over with everything right now. The environment, people, weather, and all are a bit overwhelming at the moment considering I just arrived in Melbourne just two days ago. Takes a bit to get the out-of-place feeling over with but no biggie.
International House is almost everything I imagined it to be. Homey, warm, woody, fun, lively greenery, and houses some of the most amazing and craziest people you'll ever meet under one roof. My room is just slightly smaller than my room back home and am making the best of it by filling the tables and closet up with stuff. Hangers, boxes, and a jug of water are a girl's best friend for now.
The only problem I have with the place is that my room is located on the fourth floor on my block and the furthest away from the stairs. There is a lift that we can take but it's scary at night. I try not to take it if I can and if I'm not too tired after walking back from the university which is a twenty minutes walk away. The common bathroom and toilets were expected but so far there're no unwanted and unexpected partial or even full nudity being exposed while on your way out after a refreshing shower.
The sun is setting beautifully just outide my room window. It's past eight but still so bright and warm. The university campus is everything that I had envisioned the University of Melbourne to be. The place is huge spanning almost a smallish town with almost thirty buildings everywhere and students sun-tanning on green lawns, chilling under trees, and soaking in the atmosphere that is Orientation Week or simply O-Week. I've only been there twice so far. Will be returning there in the early morning tomorrow to complete the enrolment process and find out what else I need to do later on. The place has everything you could possibly need and maybe not want but still would want it. Planning on trying out the sushi bar on campus next week. The aroma of the sushi was just too tempting to not refuse a taste when passing through the Union House.
Have not gotten a local number to be contacted yet. The priviledged few to get my number will be honoured with it soon. I hope.
Anyway, have to go get my laundry from the dryer now. Rossi, the IH house cat, will get a visit from the happy photo snapping one soon. Happy life, everyone.
