It's been about a week since my final exam and I am already getting ready for classes to start tomorrow morning. I've read through each syllabus and don't have any work to do for tomorrow's classes. But everything feels strange.
Maybe it's because I am moving out of this house in a week. I think that's actually a major part of it. I kind of wish my classes started in June so I would have time to focus on getting this shit-shack cleaned and everything. But because classes start tomorrow I am going to have to be dividing my time between them and cleaning and I am most likely not going to be a happy camper. At all.
After May 24 I will be living in a hotel for two weeks. I'm kind of excited about that. I mean, it's not the best hotel in the area, but it's still better than having to bum a sofa off someone for two weeks. This way I get my own private room and it is going to be so much more clean than this place ever was or ever will be. I will finally have my sanctuary back. Ever since I left my tiny dorm room last year and moved into this....place....I have had to suffer through flies, piles of trash, disgusting smells, frequent parties, terrible cable connection, insane neighbors, insane roommates, roommates who smoke way too much weed, roommates who leave bamboo sticks throughout the yard, roommates who don't give a shit about school, and roommates who get on my nerves for just being themselves.
I may also feel strange because it's after the year has let out, but it has not yet been long enough for that fact to set in my mind. I feel like I'm going to get up tomorrow and go to Polish class and be able to say "Dzień dobry Pani Małgorzata" one last time. But those classes are done as is that semester.
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