Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, ohdearohdearohdear.
Not panicking. I'm not panicking. Ok so maybe I'm panicking just a little. But frankly you can hardly blame me.
I mean I come back to Strasbourg for my exams tomorrow, the day after and Thursday, so I'm stressed out as it is. I did not need to come home to find a letter from the people who own my current place demanding information so that I can move out.
I literally have no idea what to tell them. I don't know what I'm doing, I hardly know what's going on in the first place!
Do. Not. Panic.
I called my dad because I figured he could help me out a little, but what do you know! He's not home, he's working and he's not home until late.
Don't panic.
To make things even better I haven't finished studying for my exam tomorrow, let alone for my other exams this week.
DO NOT PANIC.
I am so not ready for adult life. Days like this I think I never should have left home in the first place. Honestly what was I thinking?
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