White. The first  impression of the room was white. And impersonal.

White walls, ceiling and doors. A wooden bed, wardrobe, desk and shelf. One window with a shape of a square. Next to the bed was the large carton with all my things in it. I sighed and took my bag from my shoulder, placed it on my desk and put my suitcase in front of the wardrobe. I took my iPod –my soul- out of my bag, put the earphones in my ears and pressed ‘play’. Immediately the music started. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and then looked around another time.

My new home. Well, it would be my new home. First I had to make this room more personal. I went to the carton and opened it. Photos, books, CD’s, poster and many more things were in it. My things. I felt a lot better when I was these things. The photos at first. I took three frames out and placed them on a little desk next to my bed.

On the one photo were two girls. My closest friends. I remembered the situation when I told them that  would go to South Korea. They felt happy for me but I knew that they were sad too. We wouldn’t see each other for a long time.

On the second photo were a group of girls and a boy. All good friends from school. I thought that they would feel like the others. Happy but still sad.

The past photo showed my family. My parents, my younger brother and my grand aunt –she was like a grandma to me. Suddenly I was back at the airport where they said good-bye before I got into the plane. I saw my mother crying and my brother didn’t look happy as well. My farther was emotionless as usual and the face of my grand aunt showed a bit sadness, too.

I arranged all photos in a way that I could see every person when I was laying in my bed. Next I took my books. School books on the desk, next to the note book –it was given by the school- and a little lamp. The other books –most fantasy novels and a few mangas- I put in the shelf. The CD’s were set next the the little CD-Player at the top of the shelf. Posters. An important part of decorating my new room. I hung the pictures of my favourite artists all over the walls. Well it was about 5 or 6 but when I was finished I was content with my work. Then I opened my suitcase and put the clothes from it into the wardrobe. Some skirts, blouses and neck ties were already in it. My school uniform. Things like my brush and toothbrush I brought into the bath next to my room and put all things in the little shelf there. In the bath was a toilet, a shower and a wash-basin with a mirror above it. At last I stowed away my suitcase into a corner of the room. I saw my bag. I turned away from my suitcase and got to it. In it were still a few things. A little pencil-case with a few pencils and an eraser in it, a blog with sketches, a dictionary for the korean language, a book with korean grammar files and the book I started reading. All things to avoid getting bored. The flight had been long. I passed time with watching about three movies, listening to music, leaning the korean language, reading and doing some sketches. Suddenly I felt tired but I had to do one more thing. I the note book and started the internet. Facebook and my e-mail account. I had to promise to tell all how the flight was like and how I was feeling right know. So I wrote a post on facebook and send an e-mail to my family saying that everything was okay, the people here were nice and that I was looking forward to my first school day. Well, honestly said I was really afraid of my first day at Seoul Chung Dam High School. I signed out, turned it off and got ready for sleeping. Though I just sat in a plane without doing much I was unbelievable tired. I heard a last time one of my favourite songs turned my iPod off and felt asleep fast. Somehow a wonder. I thought I couldn’t sleep the first night…