arriving in A{meri}ca

Stepping onto the plane with a few girls from other unit going to UNC, we discussed whether there would be good film choices and we could text each other on those walkie-talkie handsets only to be met by a crushing realisation. This plane was probably 30 years old. There was no TVs, and certainly no handsets. The air stewards, who usually have immaculate hair and uniforms, looked like they could feature in a 1980 Betty Crocker magazine, wearing aprons with permed hair. I kid you not. However 8 hours later, and after (only the Americans on the flight) clapped the captain to touchdown, we were there.

Bored: couldn't even
make mates on the plane

We crammed out bags into the Honda Civic of the girl who was collecting me and one other. My halls are called Granville Towers, which are round the corner to a row of frat and sorority houses. Literally like how you see in the movies with the signs of Delta Delta Delta above the door, or whatever they are called. After being chuffed at unpacking my room with some fairy lights and a set of bunting, I went next door to greet my neighbour. Suddenly my decoration looked meagre at best. She had a complete apartment to herself with paintings, rugs, storage boxes, trophies, the lot. I have boys bed sheets which don't fit the bed. I will post a picture of my room when it isn't...6.30am like it is now.

Particularly fond of
the UNC garden gnome. 

Ah yes, and everyone was wearing sports clothes. In jeans and leather jacket I stood out like a sore thumb. After inquiring whether people had been playing sport, my answer was met with a furrowed brow, and 'No, this is just every day wear'. I suppose it is practical.

After a humid and wet arrival, I hope it doesn't thunder storm as predicted at the 'Fall Fest' today. Off to buy my Carolina t-shirt, which I have been told is necessary for a meeting with my floor tonight. 

So strange, but great, to actually be here.

Love to all xxx