How strange and intrusive

Last night I visited a house to see about a room. As it turns out, they are great people, the rent is cheap, and the house is relatively close to ANU. However, I was offered a yard to camp in while my potential house mates were, let me say, inebriated. So now I am here in a house, by myself, feeling terribly inadequate. Dare I say they probably feel a little concerned for their worldly possessions, considering they only met me last night.

Truthfully, I think this is a great place. I could easily foresee myself living in an environment like this for some time to come. However, the unknown response is nauseating me somewhat. I'm sure things will work out. Worse comes to worst, I can simply go back to the camp ground.

There are many more potential tenants to go through the house though, and the thought is that there is surely someone more well suited than I. Paranoia sets in and a lack of confidence in my being builds. But I can see the illusion I place before me. I need not stress about whether or not I would be more well suited to this pseudo family.