Day 2 Part 2: To the flat and beyond
As you could guess the train was another nightmare. I'll skip most of the boring details. Enters hot guy into the chaotic picture, hot guy carries your bag for a block, and leads you to the student union where you naturally collapse into tears because no one knows where Cartwright court flats are located. Yes, the flats are University housing. Yes, it's a Welsh thing to not know your own community. . . . But all in all they are the nicest people on the planet so the lack of street names makes it worth it.
Long story short tears lead to university paying for your cab that drops you off at the flats FINALLY. You get your key 40 minutes before the office closes. . . And then your flatmate from your class back in the US comes down and offers to take you to coffee. Heaven shines down on you of this you are sure. After over 24 hours of travel you finally are exactly where you belong safe and sound. Walk to coffee shop and get an amazing butternut squash, ginger, and lime soup with a hearty roll of bread. Your life feels complete. Go home but do not sleep so you can fight the jet lag. Finally get ready for bed and realize you forgot to pack the bedding so will now until Monday have just the airplane blanket to sleep on. And so ends the horrors of travel day 2.