Horray, I am alive.
So here I am. I've spent an entire week here at [insert name of college here], and things are going pretty well. I've been keeping up so far, my classes sound promising, and I don't even feel homesick at all. Maybe it's because all I ever did at home was not interact with my family, so just not having them around isn't much of a difference.
The campus is also lovely, the food is good, and my roommate isn't so horrible. She does bring her boyfriend over all the time and she always has the TV on, but I can always find a quiet haven elsewhere should this succeed in driving me batty.
And what about writing, you ask? It's mostly been latent the first several days, but it's starting to reemerge now that I'm more used to what I'm doing here. I think I wrote a page or so last night, and there's tons of potential inspiration all around me, in the people, the events, the scenery. It's fabulous.
The campus is also lovely, the food is good, and my roommate isn't so horrible. She does bring her boyfriend over all the time and she always has the TV on, but I can always find a quiet haven elsewhere should this succeed in driving me batty.
And what about writing, you ask? It's mostly been latent the first several days, but it's starting to reemerge now that I'm more used to what I'm doing here. I think I wrote a page or so last night, and there's tons of potential inspiration all around me, in the people, the events, the scenery. It's fabulous.