It's always this kind of romantic atmosphere in new places. It's fun to imagine being for example Sara from "Little Princess" who's having a feast in the attic. Of course, it's also a little wistful when you know you're going to spend the whole summer separated from everything familiar. I am not going to use the phrase "have to", because I don't know yet whether this is having to or maybe, being allowed to? You can't know yet, can you? Well, at first I really was thinking I was forced to come here, but that feeling disappeared when I met Mrs Chevrolet in the airport.

"Just call me Ebony", she had said, but I don't really feel comfortable calling new people by given names. Even though they have very beautiful ones. Satin, Velvet and Ebony. Mrs Chevrolet moved heaven to earth to praise my name too, and I do like it, but personally I wouldn't use so much energy just to adore somebody's daily name.

Mrs Chevrolet is nice. She was very friendly asking about my life on the way here. I got to sit in the front seat. Melbourne is really big compared to Willows. I wonder if I can even move around in here.

Although Mrs Chevrolet assumed that Satin would willingly show me around, I'm still a little suspicious. I know what the city girls can be like. I've read books. Of course, you shouldn't have prejudices.

It's late, but I'm not tired. Mrs Chevrolet went already to bed. My room is too cozy and the atmosphere too exciting for me to fall asleep. No – I'll stay up. In here, the nights are so light, unlike in Willows. You don't even need the moon when the lights of the city are so bright. The light of a lamppost hits the little lacey tablecloth on the mint green table. The ornamental, sofa-like bed of iron is on the right wall when looked at from the doorstep. My bedspread is of the same colour than the table, and on it there are some fluffy pillows. The dark parquet floor is covered by a lovely white carpet.

I'm actually starting to sound like an estate agent.

Really comfortable room. It's like I've lived here for my whole life. But that's me. When I've examined the place closely, it feels like my own. It makes the life a lot easier, if you have to be a long time in a strange place.

I start to unpack my luggage. This is just the right time to fold clothes and place them in the closet. All the nine shelves fill with my clothes. I wouldn't really even need this much of them, but I didn't have anything else to do before my departure than to cram more stuff into my bag. I packed the most important things first – some books, notebooks, pencils and a little pot of soap water to make soap bubbles. Those are my conditions of life.

I wonder what Satin is like? Usually, if I was still in Willows, I wouldn't stress this much about things I know nothing about. Oh well. I'm not stressing. But I just remember so many occasions in where I've worried so much about something, and afterward noticed the worrying was all in vain.

For ages, I haven't bothered to spend any negative thoughts for things I haven't gone through. Because it's all useless. Okay – call me over-optimistic, but things have always gone that way for me. And for everyone I know. Once some of my classmates got a C from a test, and she cried that all afternoon, but the next day she'd forgotten all about it. I believe that everything goes always alright in the end. There aren't many things that didn't have something good in them.

So, I don't really care if Satin is an annoying city snob or a quiet little mouse. Either way, it's going to be just fine. That's how it goes. Besides, it could always be worse.

Maybe I should sleep a little after all. I guess it wouldn't be very polite to keep yawning on my first day in Melbourne. Oh, the name Melbourne makes me so adventurous.

It's 12:57 A.M. according to the digital clock (which I've never had, because the electronics section in a Willowsian shop includes only nutcrackers) on the wall. My own watch says the time being 12:56, though.

Now I'm starting to feel tired. I lift the green bedspread and place it carefully next to the bed. There are red polka dots in the white blanket. I put on my Dad's old basketball shirt and think quickly of the great dancing sequences in Grease so I would dream about them. I like musicals a lot, and besides, John Travolta is such a good actor.