St. John's, Newfoundland

Well...I made it. After a night of flying and a 3.5 hour time change I found myself walking through a small airport in a climate, not as humid as I'd expected. Climbing into a van with my parents and grandparents, I stared out the back window groggily as I hadn't had much sleep. A few hours later and I was waking up after a short nap in a mansion of a bed and breakfast that we later on thought haunted.
The week was filled with day trips and walking around not only the hills of St. John's, but some of the outports along the coast. Shells and sea-glass filled a grocery bag in the back of the van, each one being looked at slowly. Accents drifted around us in a murmur, all blending together so that none of it made sense. Bush whipped past the van windows as we traveled down winding highways and got lost in the city streets among tall brightly coloured houses.
It was all a bit of a shock for my system, moving into my house and getting oriented with the disorienting streets of St. John's. The university somewhat resembled the rest of the city, a jumble of buildings with confusing paths and roads with unfamiliar roads. Yet in a month all that is anew will be ordinary life. School books will fill my half empty room and the empty halls of the university buildings will be swarming with people.
Do I like St. John's?
So far. The humidity is lovely for the skin, the unusual sunny weather is pleasant and the rocky cliffs and neverending hills are a lovely change from flat Saskatchewan. The ocean gives off a smell of freedom and the people are the most wonderful I've met anywhere I've traveled.
I yearned to return to church all week after last Sunday and finally today arrived. The people are the most friendly I've ever met and as I was about to walk home I found myself confronted by quite a few asking if I wanted a ride or to go for dinner. Despite the fact I despise eating out and have been doing so all week, I went and had a wonderful time.
Orientation begins tomorrow and my nerves are all in a bundle as I've never attended an orientation. I figured it was the best thing though seeing as I can hardly make it to the university without getting turned around and starting off where I began. (Believe me this happened more then I could count this week.)An update may follow tomorrow or Tuesday evening.
To move away to a new province I have never visited and know no one is quite an adventure. It was a large step out of the nest and I'm going to grasp each moment I can to the fullest. My strength wavers at time but with God at my side I feel this will be a good change.