I've had to live with my family for 2 days and I already feel halfway insane...can't wait to dorm with a stranger for the next 4 years.

For the first time in my life it's actually more important for me to practice English than any of my other languages. Weird.

I didn't do anything all day but I'm still so tired, how does this even work?

Sorting out everything to move to the other side of the earth sucks, I'm not even there yet and I'm already insanely nervous.

Ugh, the days are going by like I'm snapping my fingers. A week feels like what a day used to before, it's so bad.