Well, I got back yesterday really late at night, so you can imagine how I was all the day. Like, sleep, eat, do some calls, and then sleep again. Either way, let me tell you about my journey.
So, as you all know, saying goodbye to family is fucking hard. I don't really want to talk about it, because I still have that strange feeling of them not being around me. You know, something is missing. I'd wake up there from my sister shouting something adorable or my brother, that would play some video games in the same room that I slept. And now I wake up from the noise of the cars or sirens or someone playing their stupid music. It isn't a good change, to be honest. I'm starting to think that maybe I rushed into everything.
Or maybe I am thinking like that because of what I heard yesterday. Yeah, I'm skipping the plain part, I'll talk about it later. The main thing that happened yesterday was a call from my boss. Well, ex-boss I should say. You got me? I called them asking if they still need me and the answer was 'nah, we're not really busy, we'll call you if we need you'. So, basically, I have like a week to find another job or I'll be screwed. I do have money for my next months rent, but honestly, then I have to save up as much as possible. Like, spend nothing. And everyone knows I can't do this. And the other thing is, I didn't need to bother about the food, because I ate there. And here I am now, with half empty fridge, with no money to fill it up. But you know I'll manage. I always do. I mean, who wouldn't? In the end I can always ask my family for more money. Even if that would be a cruel thing to do knowing that they are not really rich. FFS, why am I doing this to myself.
Anyway, the flight was really uncomfortable. I couldn't find the right position in my chair so imagine sitting there for 2,5 hours. And there were two girls (I couldn't understand their nationality, to be honest, because they were talking russian/lithuanian language. Like, half that,half that) and they were really amusing. Like, the only good thing on the plain. They bought some drinks for themselves and with each small bottle that was gone, they were more and more funny. By the end of the flight they played music on their headphones and danced to it. They played it so loud I could hear it, to be honest. Well, at least most of the time. My ear was driving me crazy. It hurt so much and it was like the first flight ever that was so uncomfortable. So, yeah. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was, when I got to the train station and realised I misunderstood the timetable that I found on the Internet. Apparently, there was no train to Leicester at half twelve and that the next train is like five or six hours later. And it cost like 50 quid. I had a panic attack, honestly. I had a test at nine am and I totally needed to be there. So I started calling my family, but they didn't really picked up the phone. Well, thanks, guys. At least my friends didn't sleep, because afterwards I called them. Well, thank God for them, honestly, because of all of the panicking I totally forgot that buses or coaches exist. So I was reminded to go check that and thank God, there was one really soon and so much cheaper than the train ticket. I slept most of the time, to be honest. Well, not slept. Napped, more likely. Because there was this snoring guy that I could hear even when I played some music from my mp3. And then there was another friends at the station that came to meet me. Thank God for them as well. I love those people, seriously. They are so much of a help in need ;3
anyway, I gotta go get ready for my lessons, see you in a bit x
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