My last day at work and leaving my beloved Trinidad

Dear Diary,
Today was my last day at work, didn’t do much, got off at 12pm. And Devlin took the day off so we could spend it till I leave for the airport. He just helped my pack and we lay quietly thinking our own thoughts. Me wondering if this was right to leave not knowing the road ahead and Devlin.... well I am not sure what he was thinking he was just quiet more so than usual. He left, when my brother came to pick me up to go to the airport. I didn’t really want anyone there too many confused emotions and plus all the family seeing one girl off to university abroad is so cliché. Talking about cliché that is just what I did. I, yes me who decided, planned, and click my heels over going to London to study stood crying, with tears rolling down my cheeks at the departure gates at Piarco International Airport. It was uncontrollable the sudden rush of conflicting emotion.

I slept like a baby during the plane trip and just ate and watched the in-flight movie.... no cute travellers to report. Tamesis picked me up from the airport and we took the cab to the Hall of residence. I was lucky I got a big room (which by my standards was small). Imagine sharing bathrooms and toilets with ten to 15 people and doing your laundry downstairs in public!! At least there was a fridge in my room. First things first I have to clean down the whole room not that I am a clean freak but you just don’t know who was there before you. Having no cleaning agents, cloths or anything, I head to the kitchen seeing two girls who look settled in. ‘Is there like general cleaning supplies or detergents the halls provide?’ making sure to speak slowly they still look at me for a minute before realising what I said. No the black haired one says but I’ll lend you some of mine, I am not using all of it anyway. Wow that is kind I think, she must be really nice. ‘Come I’ll give you now’ and we head over. ‘Now moving in’ she asks conversationally, ‘Yeah’ I reply ‘I just need to clean the room down its dirty.’ We exchange room numbers and names but with my brain, I forget both by the time I reach my room and start cleaning. I feel tired but the room is clean and most of my stuff is put away. I follow the corridor and knock on a random door hoping it is the correct one. It is Horrah! The same dark haired girl opens the door, after returning the items she invites me out to a party that night just to the local bar (btw her name is Odele Del for short). Cool I think I have no duvet for covers so might as well be totally out when having to go to sleep. Party tonite, my first night in London...nniiiice!

Well I am off for now. catch yuh tommorrow..... if I'm not too hung over....

N