The last two weeks seem like two months at least. I moved to my new place on August 2nd. The following week included a lot of commuting between my old and my new place, bringing the last few belongings of Tyler and myself, cleaning the apartment, seeing E and D for the last time before they left. Of course I’ll miss D more than E, never really felt a connection with the girl. Since Friday night I have officially one and only place to live - an old house with a small garden and a lot of grass in front, in a friendly neighborhood with a lot of families, kids, and local culture, language and stores where there are no high rises and there are no two houses that look the same. After fighting the enormous bugs in my bedroom the first couple of nights things have been smooth. If I didn’t have class I would be one entirely and genuinely happy person.
The interview from the previous post - it went OK. Not brilliant but good practice. When I was sending out thank you emails of course I messed up the recipients information and sent an email with a greeting for person A to person B. They never called me back.
Last week I had one of the most debilitating experiences in this stupid fucking class I’m taking. Last night, sitting next to the Spanish girl with thick accent, enormous confidence and friendly attitude, I felt emotional support, and I realized how alone I felt in this class until now, and how all the feelings I feel are normal.
My new housemates are very friendly. And there’s a lot of them! I was spending more time during the first week exploring the neighborhood - cafes, the hair salon, the gym, the local organic shop… This week I’ve been hanging out with my housemates, a few old friends, and spending the rest of my time alone, studying.
I don’t know when Tyler is coming back.
I am a little excited about my vacation. I don’t wanna plan too much but I want to have fun!