My room

People (well, my mother) have been asking me for pictures of the new place. Taking those pictures is a depressing prospect, given what I have been allocated for the year, but since I have some time this morning, I'll give it a shot.

This is the view from my door (incidentally, I have never been to a place with more doors. From the time that I get to my building, to when I am actually standing in my room, I walk through five heavy fire doors. I hope there's never a fire because I will probably burn to death):

This is really everything.

Bed, wardrobe, desk, bookshelf, chair. I suppose that's standard, but it all feels just a bit snug. I think once I get some stuff on the walls--if I ever do--I will feel better about it. Assuming I can heat the space in winter, I may even find it cozy.

What is not cozy is this bed:

Prison issue.

 I swear, the mattress is from an extra large crib. At least I won't die of SIDS while I'm here. I have managed to convince my parents (mostly by sobbing while we are Skyping) to send me nice, fleecey sheets and a duvet cover and I CANNOT EVEN EXPRESS HOW EXCITED I AM. Maybe that gives some indication. Or, the fact that I am fairly certain sending me this package will result in financial ruin for my family, but I do not care.

Then there is my dresser/bookshelf, which looks fairly empty now (the bookshelf) and is packed incredibly, disgustingly full (the dresser):

Holds four complete outfits

 And...that's it! No, really. There's a bathroom and a kitchen, but they are standard issue and I don't have to clean them, so I am okay with any facility provided under that provision. I do have a nice view:

Posh.