Arrived Safe and (Relatively) Sound!

Well, I am finally here. My trip was long, it took a flight, two trains and a taxi, but I arrived safe and sound at 102 Barton Road.
A huge part of me never wanted the 28th of September to come, as it would mean saying goodbye to my home and setting off for who knows what in a foreign country. But the day came, of course, and I felt like I was on a rollar coaster that I had no control over. I wanted to scream "Stop!" but I knew that I had to go. A whole year (actually my whole life) has built up to this chapter, and from the start I knew that fate wanted me to go to Cambridge.
The flight was long, and I was squished in next to an overweight man with body odor and sweating issues. Seriously, when I first saw him he looked like he had taken a shower with his clothes on. Ew.
Besides that, it was a thankfully uneventful trip. When the airplane was approaching the airport we flew over a honest-to-goodness castle. That was pretty incredible!
When I arrived at the Cambridge train station I was greated by several Cambridge students involved in some sort of a religious international student organization. They had no trouble picking me out as an international student, with my huge suitcases and woefully inadequate clothing (it is COLD here!). They seem like a friendly bunch, and at this point, since I have no friends here, I will take what I can get! They are putting on some welcoming events this week, and I plan to attend. In order to attend, however, I need to get an alarm clock, as well as MANY other items. I absolutely need a bike, as my apartment is a distance from the college and the main part of town. I am going to go momentarily to scope out the bike situation. After that: food, hangers, towels (a shower would be grrreat!), lightbulbs? and a million other details.
It is my strategy to just keep as busy as possible until I get over being homesick. Right now I feel pretty low, but I knew that I would. I am far from home in a foreign country and I don't know a soul. I know that will change, but for now I just have to keep my sunglasses on because I can't stop crying. I have got to cut this out or all my new classmates will think that I am bonkers.