Ki Ora Whanau!
So it’s been 5 days already of me being at PIHMS, and boy howdy has it been an adventure. I have so much to tell you all my dear crazies, and I hope you enjoy these little snippets like I did!
1. The Journey
For the first night I spent in my new living quarters, I arrived around 6 in the evening. So what you ask? Well. Let’s flash back a bit.
6:15 am: My ridiculously early wake up alarm starts blaring, interrupting my precious sleep that only lasted 5 hours thanks to anxiety over the coming day. I get dressed, stub my toe twice, and bumble my way into the car to the airport. My siblings are crying, Mum is stressed, Dad is rearranging my bag and yelling at me for bringing my art supplies for whilst I’m studying. I had only just finished my period two days before and was still recovering, so needless to say I was on edge.
8:45 am: Landed in Wellington Airport, couldn’t sleep and was really nervous about the fact I’m moving out, for good, this is it, first steps, etc. Mum is trying to hide the fact she’s crying from me, Dad is running around the airport wound tighter than a spring, and everyone is asking me “So, are you nervous? Aren’t you anxious to leave home? Are you going to be alright on your own?” I get you’re curious and trying to help, but it doesn’t fricken ease the tension I’m feeling right now!
I wanted so badly to scream or shout and just be comforted by my parents, but they were so stressed and didn’t listen to me about anything, and considering I kinda took the exact same trip on my own early last year I really was holding back my frustration. I love my parents dearly, but when they stress they ignore others’ feelings and my job is to calm the hurricane of emotional angst between them before it gets too much, but I really was in no state to deal with their shiz. I managed, but boy it was not easy to keep my calm facade.
Little did I know what would happen next.
9:15 am: The bus had just arrived, ten minutes late but comfortable. After getting luggage on, parents calm, my own nerves under control, and placating a little 3 year old girl by letting them hold my beloved fox plushie, we were finally on our way. I expected it to be about an 8 hour bus trip…
First stop we had, the bus broke down.
25 minutes late, we unloaded and got onto the replacement bus – no wifi, small cramped seats and slightly questionable airflow. I tried to forget everything and fall asleep, but no. This bus hit every bump I swear, and then we hit traffic. And then just as we were going to get through it, we broke down again.
By the time we got to our lunch stop in Palmerston North, we were over half an hour behind schedule. That meant grabbing our stuff, and running to the next platform to put our luggage on the next bus 3 minutes before it was set to leave. We made it, but at the cost of our well needed lunch break, as four and a half hours straight on a bus does make you both tired and peckish.
Thankfully there were no more breakdowns, but I was hungry and sleep-deprived, and in desperate need of a shower and bed. We arrived 20 minutes late, expecting there to be a taxi waiting for us just as we had arranged through PIHMS…but nobody came. We were gutted, and as it was a Saturday we had to call outside of business hours and hope someone at PIHMS would respond.
6:15 pm: 45 minutes later I arrived at my dorm room, tired, smelly, stressed out, and in desperate need of food. I met my roomie Laura again, and we settled in pretty quickly, too quickly it turned out.
2. The Incident
Whilst staying at PIHMS there’s a really good thing about our rooms. We have MINIFRIDGES! We were so excited, that after we came back from getting Subway we decided to slightly rearrange our room, and in doing so we had to unplug the fridge and move it over a little so we could plug it into a different socket.
You may have just imagined correctly what happened next.
We did everuthing as per what we were after, and the room was nice and tidy, bedside tables in their correct place, and fridge in the most convenient of spots, so naturally my overly travelled self suggested bedtime, and that was that. We went to bed and fell asleep.
We had forgotten to plug the fridge back in.
Next morning we awoke to the most pungent mould smell I’d ever had the displeasure of detecting through my nostrils. It was so foul we nearly gagged, and had our windows open wide to get rid of the stench. The carpet smelled like a biology assessment gone wrong, and nothing we did could change the scent of mouldy carpet. We put baby powder and deodourising spray on the wet patch, stamped on towels, called management who were unable to do much thanks to the fact housekeeping wasn’t available to deal with our problem. In utter desperation I used the last of my money to buy an orange jaffa scented reed diffuser to cover the reek. 5 days later and Housekeeping finally managed to get it sorted, but it turns our we may end up with replacement carpet very soon!
Despite those interesting elements the transition here has been very smooth – I’ve made way more friends than I thought possible, I get along like a sister with my roomie, and I feel comfortable in my own skin for once in my life. I may have gotten an extremely bad sunburn rn, but that’s besides the point.
I’ll try to keep you all updated my crazies, and I’ll see you later!
Love you all!