And now I'm in Yongin and trying to imagine this as my home for the next 599 days. So much has changed in my life since March, that the idea of anything stable and constant is a little laughable. Almost as laughable as coming here.

Honestly, I've driven around in all sorts of wheeled contraptions, but the back of a truck? It was fun, but rather draughty, and very very army-like. We all huddled together as far away from the exit as possible and told jokes. Made the journey much faster.

The base here is much bigger than the camp. Everything seems bigger here, somehow. And compared to the lockers in the training camp, the ones they have here are positively cavernous. So no surprise when I was helpfully informed that I'd been assigned extra space since they expected me to get a lot of fan mail.

The clown didn't get it when I pitied him and offered to house some of his shirts and socks in my locker. Everyone else did, though… so that was okay. There were the usual questions, which I don't mind, and eventually the clown got a clip around the head… after living with Chunnie and Changmin, it was positively lame.

Compared boot camps over dinner. No surprise that mine came out the cushiest. Hyungs, really?