Oof. I must be more emotional about this move/grad school thing than I thought. Everything that has happened, good and bad, in the last 36 has seemed like LIFE OR DEATH OMG to me. I'm sure all students think they're making a terrible mistake. I certainly did as an undergrad, and that turned out quite well, so I'm taking all of my emotions with a grain of salt.
Tonight after despairing of my roommate situation (omg, they're so stand-offish, so aloof, I'll be alone in this suite forever), one of them has organized a Saturday night out for all of us, as well as playing Cranium with me and a handful of others from the floor. She also loaned me sheets (mine are stuck in transit and last night I slept in my coat 'cause I'm a classy lady). All is right with the world. I can do this.
But who cares? Fic! This was originally posted at
trial_by_water under the name
la_belle_dame .