First impressions....

Hopefully are not correct, because right now I feel bereft. I don't know if it's some form of jitters for being alone in Europe without my family, left over sadness from lack of Flor on my flight, extreme fatigue from not being able to sleep or the fact that I believe that 7 girls in one apartment, no matter how much space, is a bad idea.

The flight was fine. I didn't sleep, but it didn't crash either. Flor made a mistake with her flight and wasn't there with us, but there was no one in the row with us, so we sat alone, which was nice. We got here in 5 1/2 hours or so and I really liked the cab drive and the cab ride was fine. Although I didn't see anything that I couldn't see in New York.

Then I got to the dorm and found out we were living in a penthouse. They made it sound like as if Flor, Amanda and I had it to ourselves, but instead we're sharing it with four other girls. I don't know, something just came over me as I sit in my single bedroom, in fact I felt myself about to cry until I stopped myself and said, no Naomi, try and give it a chance. But I don't like the idea of the apartment I'm in. I don't like the dirty sheets. I'm sure the girls are all lovely, but as someone who once shared a dorm with 5 other girls, and someone who has had repeated roommate problems, I really don't have a positive view of roommates. When we went to orientation they told us that we'd be in a room with either two other girls or 3 other girls, not 6 other girls.

And the rooms are dusty, as I sit here writing this my eyes are burning and my skin is twitching, because I am allergic to dust. So now I head off to find some cleaning solution to clean this place out before I find myself in more uncomfortable then I already am.