la rosa alba

So it's back at York, back for the what seems like the nth time (it's only the start of my fourth year here), but this time it's a different college, different dorm, and now I can hear cows mooing when I wake up in the morning. No, really. Welcome to Yorkshire indeed.

I've already unpacked my suitcases, gone to town and back with bags and bags of stuff and toiletries and hangers and a printer, and I'm still feeling really incomplete. Mainly because the rest of my stuff in storage only comes tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to hauling my stuff from Goodricke to Wentworth. I might just get a cab just for the sake of my sanity and muscles. I have no mug, I have no kitchen stuff to cook the food I brought over, and my bed is lumpy and soft and definitely bad for the back.

I'm sick and tired of moving back and forth like this.