From my journal...
...I've been vaguely trying to keep to my extensive list of how to get ready. All my personal files from both computers are now on a set of seven disks, and I've a little mountain of cutlery and crockery wrestling for space beside the great hills of the Toiletries and Stationary bags. I suspect the flood of CDs will drown them all, however, as well as my collection of posters and photos, and various electrical appliances. They're not yet in suitcases...it will be a long night indeed. At least I have my new laptop (christened 'Rhodes') working, although it's not yet playing with LAN. I plan to attach keyboards and mice to it, so it will be like a PC, only with the tower replaced with the laptop, which I can then take to lectures and write stories with whilst listening to interesting things about German literature and Saxons. Interesting things I'm taking with me include a portable weather station, an oil painting of a Greek island vista and a photo I took of Saschenhausen concentration camp, which I can muse over when my joint course of German & History inevitabley hits the Third Reich.
How am I currently feeling? Hah, scared and nervous! As much as I advocate chaos, I'm resistant to changes until they happen, and this is a very big change indeed. It's not truly sunk in that I won't be here, in sunny Wollaton, in 10 hours, and that by this time tommorrow, I'll be a resident of Rhul, Surrey, in a room I call 'Elinian', in a block I refer to as 'the Cold War relic', amongst hoardes of unfamiliar peers. I have cookies to make a good impression, and I've now also got Monster Munch, provided I don't eat them as comfort food on the way South. It's really bizzare upping and leaving home for the first time in your life, but then, I've been on a few long holidays which I wished would go on and on, and I suppose they have much in common. I'll just be in Egham rather than Srbska Kamenice or Stendal.