Seconds after posting my last entry, my Uncle e-mailed me to tell me that there was no room at all at his house for me, because his mother-in-law was down, and both he and his baby daughter were sick. I tried to book a hostel, but I ran out of time and, as luck would have it, the internet cafe time dispensors broke down. So I went back to the hostel I was staying at, begged to use their internet, and booked stuff from there.
And so it was that I flew back from Rome last night, breezed through immigration...
"What do you do here?"
"And how long are you staying?"
"Just a few weeks, then I'm kicking on to Ireland."
"Travelling by yourself?"
"Yep, all on my lonesome."
"Aww. Are you brave?"
"Heh - I don't think so."
"I think you're brave. :)"
"You know Busabout? It's a coach service that takes you all over Europe. I've been doing that for a month, and met a few good people there."
"Ah, ok. :)"
Stamp, stamp. Such a nice lady. :)
...and then found my way (eventually - had to ask a bloke on the street where to go) to my hostel. Stayed the night, spoke to Nikkii in the morning, got the next coach to Sheffield, and four hours later was back in her arms and feeling fantastic. I've 'moved in' to her room for now, and met most of the people on her floor - a great bunch of people. It actually almost makes me wish I was back doing uni again, it's like a hostel atmosphere every single day. Maybe I will get back to it one day. But for now, I've got other things to worry about!
My dear mother sent a CV over for me via e-mail, I just have to fill in the blanks. That'll be handy - I might be able to pick up a bit of work here and there, before I get a working visa. We'll just have to wait and see.
Anyways, everything worked out, and I'm very happy at the moment. But I also know I can't just rest now - I've got to do a bit of work and research to get my Irish visa, as the money situation is still critical. But from here, I know I'll be able to do it, especially with Ki's help.
That'll do for now.