The diaries of a new comer

Day 2

As I was more carried in my direction by my thoughts, not by the train I managed to find my way home. To my new "home". I can't even call it home, it's just a house. People told me, it's your house, you bought it with the money you earned by yourself, but I think in a different way, which might sound strange to others. I think that a thing becomes yours when you find a way to put your mark on it. Something that doesn't necessary has a name, but something that defines you. That house was nothing like me. Four basic rooms, painted in white, with a simple kitchen, everything was so simple and so not myself. On the other hand, I call home the place where I feel safe, and I feel safe where my family and my friends are. Besides the fact that I'm a complete stranger in this town, what it would make it easier would be a common face by my side. To help me get up when I fall down, remind me of the things that I might forget. It's crazy how 4 months ago, I was staying nearly 8 hours in a desk, stressing myself with exams and I would even have to ask if I could go to the toilet or have some water and now I find myself alone, in a new town, taking decisions that directly affect me and doing adult stuff like paying bills and going shopping which I'm not quite sure I'm ready for. I start dispatching my stuff and think about tomorrow. As a curious person, I always wonder what will tomorrow bring me? Or as the song says "If tomorrow never comes?" Tomorrow it's my first day of university, as if it wasn't hard enough it is in a total different city and I don't have any friends. I am planning to spend my energy tomorrow by trying to don't get lost and arrive in time because who likes a new girl without manners?! And, oh, the new girl stuff..I've never been in the position to be the new girl because I had the same friends since primary school and we didn't change schools and I didn't change cities so, but at least I can imagine what is like, how people treat you, how they look at you. People can be harsh. But the only thing I am afraid of is loneliness. I can't stand being alone or having no friends and somehow I am afraid of meeting new people. I am usually a sarcastic and funny person but only with people that I feel comfortable with. Pretty relatable, huh? As I finished unpacking my stuff I packed my thoughts and went to sleep, tomorrow I was going to start a new life.

I woke up at a time that felt like the middle of the night, but something felt really strange, like something was touching me. I was trying to open my eyes when I realized...