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As of half an hour ago, Mum and kid brother have gone back home and I have officially moved into this flat. I have yet to stop crying.
It's not home yet. It's hardly unfamiliar by now, but it's too cold and dark and quiet and inexplicably (if not physically) huge for that.
It turned out for the better that I had to do it this early, I guess. Maybe in a week's time, when term starts, I'll be slightly less of a wreck. Would hate to think what would happen otherwise.
The quintessentially British way of dealing with this would be to make a cup of tea. I could do that. But I still have to put the shopping away and get the clothes out of the dryer and put them away and fix my computer that I broke horribly last month by failing to read the update instructions and make sure my timetable's right and reacquaint myself with how the fuck to do maths...
I'm not sure I'm cut out for this.
It's not home yet. It's hardly unfamiliar by now, but it's too cold and dark and quiet and inexplicably (if not physically) huge for that.
It turned out for the better that I had to do it this early, I guess. Maybe in a week's time, when term starts, I'll be slightly less of a wreck. Would hate to think what would happen otherwise.
The quintessentially British way of dealing with this would be to make a cup of tea. I could do that. But I still have to put the shopping away and get the clothes out of the dryer and put them away and fix my computer that I broke horribly last month by failing to read the update instructions and make sure my timetable's right and reacquaint myself with how the fuck to do maths...
I'm not sure I'm cut out for this.