My arrival at Kingston upon Hull
After a period away from social media, I’m happy to update my blog again, this time in English (sorry for any mistake, but I want my new friends to be able to read my posts). I arrived in the UK a few days ago and Kingston upon Hull is going to be my new home for the next months.
This is my second experience abroad (the first time I did an internship in Lisbon in 2012) but this time everything is different as I consider it as the very last time to have a lot of fun before being catapulted again into real life, namely my thesis, the end of my studies and hopefully a job (OMG I’m almost a real grown-up now!).
Last Wednesday, I flew from Bergamo to Manchester where the volunteers of the association GoConnect welcomed all the students at the airport and took us to our new apartments after a two-hour coach ride. In the meantime, I met some of the guys that now are part of my group of friends. The campus is really international and as far as I know, there are exchange students from Germany, USA, Brazil, Portugal, Hungary, France, Australia, Canada and, of course, Italy.
The best part to tell is the situation in my house. At the moment, there are five girls and we all have something in common…. THE NAME! We ended up thinking this is a bad joke of the accommodation office. The first day there were four: Anna from Hungary, Anna from France and Sarah, who revealed her middle name is Ann, and I. The next day the fifth girl showed up and happily came into the kitchen saying “Hi everyone, I’m Hannah”. We all looked to each other and reacted “No way!!!”. This weird coincidence created a nice group of friends. We are the Annas and now everyone remembers us on campus (of course… not a big effort, I guess).
The first days have been really exhausting: orientation meetings at the International Office, modules to be approved by the departments, parties and shopping: clearly everything was missing in the house. We had to buy everything (cutlery, glasses, plates and more) and this bothered me a little, knowing that everything will be thrown away after we leave. However, going abroad also means being able to adapt to every situation and to learn the differences of the other countries. I’ve already made peace dealing with adapters, new currency, traffic on the wrong side, etc. However, there’s still something I don’t get: how do locals mix hot and cold water???