I arrived Sunday evening and I was utterly lost. The sun was long gone and I had travelled for 26 hours. The lack of sleep and the hunger was killing me, and I was even late for dinner. The moment we stepped out of the bus, it started to rain heavily. Pulling our bags down from the roof of the 12 seater minibus, we began to realise that this was it. We were finally here. I looked to my co-year Cæcilia, who was going to another Wada (Groups of houses we live in) and bid farewell, before my danish second year helped to my new home Wada 1.
Pulling my bags into the room, I first met my two roommates from India and Cameroon. We are supposed to be four, but the fourth one isn’t here. The evening was weird and I didn’t know where to go or who to talk to. I phoned home to let my parents know, that I was alright and then I found some friends and things worked out.
The last few days has been hectic, from the bus ride from Bombay to Paud, or the mud games I’ve just endured, everything seems to be hectic, colorfull and amazing. I will do my best to keep this blog up to date, but these 200 words has been hard to get out of my fingers.