Day started early in the morning.  By early i don't mean 7, i mean 3.  I'd packed the day before so i was all set.  My parents and i went to the train station in Durham and caught the first train with...the motions of doing so.  Twice.  Aye.  I really did feel dead by this point and the only thing i could do when i got to the house was fall asleep.  So there you have it, my first day in America.