Tomorrow means it will be three weeks to go. Now is about the time to start freaking out isn’t it. Although, I feel like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders now that my accommodation, meal plan and insurance are all paid for. After a couple of errors, phone calls and emails I finally got given a room in the correct halls. The huge amount of money that will most likely leave my bank account tomorrow morning is pretty soul destroying. But what is the point of saving if you don’t spend it hey? I’ve heard good things about my halls which is so comforting. Apparently it has a real community feel to it, which sounds perfect for when I’m settling in. I also know the name of my room mate, which is still a strange concept to me. I’m not too sure what to expect. The good thing about university here is you always have your room which is your own space. A place where you can hide when things get too much or sleep until someone slams a door, or decides to play creepy tunes on their keyboard. (That was a strange experience). I grew up sharing a room with my sisters which of course never bothered me, but a total stranger is a bit daunting. What if you clash? Have different habits and how do you know they’re trustworthy? If anyone has ever had a room mate at university before please let me know how it went. What made things that little bit easier? I keep thinking, what if my poor room mate just cannot deal with my insistent 90’s karaoke sessions, that sadly are just part of my daily routine now?! Ah, I guess I’ll just have to tone it down….