I moved to England last Friday.
I'm writing this from my bedroom in my halls of residence.
My flat mates are not remotely what I was hoping for, it is very disappointing, and I have had to try very hard to make friends (something that does not come easily to me).
My younger sister, who started university in a different city a week before me, has had the complete opposite experience to me. Within minutes of meeting, her and her flat mates had bonded, and they have parties all the time with the flat above.
I know it could be worse, so I'm trying to think positively.
I'm determined that this has not been the wrong decision to have made.
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