Stress

So. Twelve days away. I'm freaking out inside. And I freaked out outside a couple of days ago. I was so stressed, I felt like I have nothing ready when in reality all that's undone is the packing more or less. I've done some small things I needed to do before I go these last few days. Like buy travel adapters and... that's about it. No, I got some of my skirts fixed, puh. Our washing machine is broken and have been for almost two weeks, that's kinda stressing me too. I have so much clothes that needs to be washed asdgfg.

I have so very painful blisters from my new winter boots, but they look awesome. The shoes, not the blisters.

I still can't believe I'm actually going to New York. And staying there for almost four months. Un-friggin'-believable. These last days will probably go too fast, I am so slow with everything that's practical and needs to be done.

No longer living in Astoria

I got an e-mail from the headmaster (or something) at the school I'm attending in New York a couple of days ago about some new living arrangements. The Astoria apartment I was supposed to live in, is given up because the dude who rents it out wasn't willing to fix some leak or heating problem. Whatever. I was a little pissed, we're leaving in less than three weeks and here we found out we have no idea where we're living.

They'd found an apartments in Harlem, with one less bedroom than the one in Astoria. We figured we'd go for that. It's cheaper. Two of the four girls (me being one of those two) were supposed to have our own bedrooms, now we have to share. But y'know, that'll be fine. As long as I have somewhere to live in New York, I'm content. Dude, I'll be in New York.

I didn't really want to live in Manhattan, because I'll be there so much anyway. I wanted to experience a different New York by living in Brooklyn or Queens. But I can still visit the outer boroughs. I can live there the next time.

It'll all work out fine, I'm still excited of course. But the nerves are showing too. I'm leaving in two and a half week, for four months. I have never been so long away from home, and never so far away from home.

One month away

In celebration of me being ONE MONTH AWAY FROM GOING TO NEW YORK, I'm writing this entry. Have I already started a pattern? Hah. Nah, I just had some stuff to write and why not do it on a Sunday.

I got my embassy interview a lot later than planned, but I've been there and I'm pretty much done with it. I was there on Thursday and I haven't actually gotten my visa yet, but hopefully nothing will go wrong. I'm expecting it tomorrow or maybe on Tuesday.
The "interview" was very weird. I got there fifteen minutes before my appointment and I had to wait outside for like an hour. The security level there is very high, like on airports. When I finally got in to the security check I had to leave everything, you're only allowed to bring money, your passport and your visa applications with you inside. And when I got inside I had to wait another hour. For an "interview" that only lasted five minutes and was held in the same room you wait in.

It was okay though, not as scary as I thought. She just asked me what I'll be doing in the US and if I have any close family there and such. And now I'm done with it.

It was also the first real snow day. The day before I was whining about how I wanted snow to come, but that was before I knew I had to stand an hour outside in it. Nah, it was okay, I still love snow and it has hardly stopped snowing since. It's beautiful outside.


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Just outside the front door to my building.