I'm so excited! I managed to get myself invited to an English home in Sussex!
As it's Friday, the class met up after lecture at the bar in the building our lecture took place in (there is seriously a bar in every building here! On campus!) Drinks for buy one, get one free, so a classmate and I each got a vodka and cranberry--yummy! My new favorite drink. It seems to be a relatively weak drink, because I can drink three without feeling much of anything. Anyway, I only had one. Then another classmate wanted a drink, but she could only pay with a card, and you have to buy 5 pounds worth of stuff to be able to use a card, so she bought a double gin and tonic for herself, the same for me, two beers for other people, and a "packet of crisps." (I feel silly saying "crisps.") I was going along just fine with the double G&T, not feeling tipsy, and then suddenly BOOM. I was drunk. Like, earth-spinning-too-quickly drunk. I did not feel good! Man, I am not a fan of the gin. No more of that for me. Apparently, it's known to make people depressed and weepy. Women, mostly. How bizarre is that? This really chipper girl in my class was saying if she has just one gin and tonic, she'll be actually depressed the next day.
Anyway, on to the real story: one of my classmates, Holly, who lives in my building, mentioned that she was going home for the weekend, and then she invited me to come along. Yay!! I'm absurdly excited. She said her family has a big farm (52 acres?), but even if they lived in a townhouse, I'd be ecstatic. I can't really explain why. It's just, I came to the UK to experience life here, and I can't really do that in a school residence hall. Walking down the street, I hear American accents almost as often as British accents. So I want to meet a British family, even if they're exactly like any American family. Anyway, we won't be there long, just spending the night, really, but I'm thrilled. "Chuffed," if you will.
I got to see me Pops on video last night. That was really nice. I haven't been sleeping well for the last three nights. Really shallow sleep, with lots of dreams, mostly about home and family. I don't otherwise feel homesick, but the dreams get to me. They make me sad. So it was nice to see and hear Pops, and see the house. It was not so nice to see the horrendous mess I left in the spare room. I feel awful about leaving it in such a state. But what's done is done, and I can't go back and clean it (as much as I'd like to fly home for a quick weekend of organizing.) Oh well. Thanks to Pops for going through all my boxes and finding everything! I really appreciate it!