Absent Without Leave
I only sold five things. The rest of the furniture is I'm guessing scrap by now. I contacted a company that recycles home appliances but they took too long to respond so I had to refer them to the guy who's in charge of renovating the flat who's also in charge (I'm out of breath just by writing this) of getting rid of all the stuff I left behind (I'VE NEVER DONE THE RECYCLING THING BEFORE OKAY?). I'm hoping that not everything's gone to some dump site.
The moving turned out more complicated b/c my mother flew in to help. And... she's my mother I can't have her bagging and boxing my mess of a life. We did manage to combine vacation and moving, Sure she managed to salvage more stuff than I would and there was some disagreeing but it was over soon enough for me to become the tourist I'd never cared to be before. And if the officer in Customs of the Thessaloniki airport was surprised to see a 2 foot electric fan in our luggage it must have broken no rules because no one gave us any trouble.
It was her second visit in Thessalonika but we have never been together alone for so long. (We talked it was a little wounding I may never want to have children.) ANYWAY there was the fact that she hasn't travelled much lately and I felt very in charge and responsible and all that scary stuff. I think I would have liked to slip out one night to hit the internet café but I did not want to abandon her. I'm sorry I abandoned you.
We did good sightseeing although I must suck as a tour guide. The Archaeological Museum and the Museum of Byzantine culture took six hours to roam. My feet have never hurt so. The first one almost took the shine out of the royal tombs of Vergina (discovered in just 1973) but man the Vergina finds are fucking spectacular. Even if it's 35 Celsius outside but feels like 42 you're saying to yourself ALEXANDER THE GREAT SUPERVISED THE BUILDING OF THIS TOMB AND OH MY FUCKING GOD HE MUST HAVE WALKED ON THIS VERY SAME DIRT and if you’re feeling faint it's not really the sun to blame is it? (yes this comment is for you hula :P)
Now I'm back home in my parents' house, my clothes are still in suitcases because there's no room in the closet and my toiletries are spilt everywhere and father's belt-present only barely fits and I still have ten boxes and one huge suitcase of my life on a ship somewhere in the Mediterranean sea unless they're stuck in a warehouse and oh the angsting over humidity on boats and fragile stereo systems and lovely souvenir mugs.*
With no internet because the netbook lacks a dialup modem. I would be laughing if I wasn't crying from withdrawal syndrome. (I have tried to explain to ppl that no internet for more than a month is not healthy dammit! I woe the time my sole contact with the outside world would willingly be free-to-air television.) The dsl company has raised an entire fortress of bureaucracy between their services and their customers. It has been frustrating and they have been unhelpful.
Ok, it's like 40 degrees Celsius outside and I'm typing under the aircon.** I can totally get it if people can't work in this heat. Somebody ought to declare the whole of August into a month-long siesta.
Then there's me relapsing into the old laziness and solitude. I think I'm too afraid to approach my friends here, like they have moved on and I'm stuck behind. And they really kind of have. With job prospectives and social security, and dear lord retirement planning, looming on the horizon Real Life As An Adult seems awfully frightening.
And... and... you guys this is not a world I want to live in as an adult. I was pretty happy as a cynical teenager but I don't want to get caught in this net of lulling routine and (I apologise in advance) bourgeois comforts. WHY ISN'T THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE ALREADY?!?!?!?!
Sigh
Here's a clay strainer from I don't really remember when, prob 8th century A.D. C.E. Yes, it's a very interesting medieval peasant life fact because I say so.
Golden delicate yet complex masterful myrtle wreaths that were most likely a tribute to a Mede princess married to Philip II and who probably sacrificed herself to the pyre that purified her husband's remains estimated at around 335 B.C.E.? Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft. look it up it's pretty fucking gorgeous
Here is a pic of a mural in one of the tombs of the rape of Persephone.
I found the pic online b/c you’re not allowed to take pics within the Vergina museum. Notice how they're both red-headed? It's a sign of royalty. Zeus on the undisclosed left side is also a redhead. The chick on the right is an Oceanid, if I'm not mistaken.
I have been waking up at around 8 a.m. to everyone's shock, been watching Grey's Anatomy S01-02 (again, b/c everyone seems to adore it idk why) and going to the beach. I managed to only slightly sunburn (yay) but have acquired a nice orangey brown tan. And my lazy ass has had time to read books. I browsed through a couple of Dawkins's (although there's no need anymore, I've been sold since 5 years ago), some dead anarchist dude's sarcastic take on capitalism, Celia Rees's Witch Child which was interesting and good different from all the other teen help! I'm a witch! books, R.J. Anderson's Knife with the Brian Froud cover (squee) which was pretty awesome too. And Martine Leavitt's Keturah and Lord Death. I love this book. Romances between a mortal and a deadly and immortal being would kill to be this book. And if they wouldn't they are not worth mentioning.
OK, I think I'm done. I shall now put on clothes and go home to my parents' house. It's my father's birthday.
P.S.: Oooh, my sis took me to a Spanish restaurant for tapas last night. Spanish tortilla and Mexican tortilla: two wholly different things.
*OK, it's been like ages since I wrote that bit. My stuff arrived a week after the send-off in pretty good condition. When I went through it there was some more angsting over losing the stereo's wires but I discovered on Monday I had taped the loose wires on the speaker. All is well now but there was some bitching and moaning in between.
**It's been ages since I wrote that bit too. Right now I'm typing all drenched in sweat in my sis's apartment who has wi-fi but no aircon. There's just no pleasing me.
The moving turned out more complicated b/c my mother flew in to help. And... she's my mother I can't have her bagging and boxing my mess of a life. We did manage to combine vacation and moving, Sure she managed to salvage more stuff than I would and there was some disagreeing but it was over soon enough for me to become the tourist I'd never cared to be before. And if the officer in Customs of the Thessaloniki airport was surprised to see a 2 foot electric fan in our luggage it must have broken no rules because no one gave us any trouble.
It was her second visit in Thessalonika but we have never been together alone for so long. (We talked it was a little wounding I may never want to have children.) ANYWAY there was the fact that she hasn't travelled much lately and I felt very in charge and responsible and all that scary stuff. I think I would have liked to slip out one night to hit the internet café but I did not want to abandon her. I'm sorry I abandoned you.
We did good sightseeing although I must suck as a tour guide. The Archaeological Museum and the Museum of Byzantine culture took six hours to roam. My feet have never hurt so. The first one almost took the shine out of the royal tombs of Vergina (discovered in just 1973) but man the Vergina finds are fucking spectacular. Even if it's 35 Celsius outside but feels like 42 you're saying to yourself ALEXANDER THE GREAT SUPERVISED THE BUILDING OF THIS TOMB AND OH MY FUCKING GOD HE MUST HAVE WALKED ON THIS VERY SAME DIRT and if you’re feeling faint it's not really the sun to blame is it? (yes this comment is for you hula :P)
Now I'm back home in my parents' house, my clothes are still in suitcases because there's no room in the closet and my toiletries are spilt everywhere and father's belt-present only barely fits and I still have ten boxes and one huge suitcase of my life on a ship somewhere in the Mediterranean sea unless they're stuck in a warehouse and oh the angsting over humidity on boats and fragile stereo systems and lovely souvenir mugs.*
With no internet because the netbook lacks a dialup modem. I would be laughing if I wasn't crying from withdrawal syndrome. (I have tried to explain to ppl that no internet for more than a month is not healthy dammit! I woe the time my sole contact with the outside world would willingly be free-to-air television.) The dsl company has raised an entire fortress of bureaucracy between their services and their customers. It has been frustrating and they have been unhelpful.
Ok, it's like 40 degrees Celsius outside and I'm typing under the aircon.** I can totally get it if people can't work in this heat. Somebody ought to declare the whole of August into a month-long siesta.
Then there's me relapsing into the old laziness and solitude. I think I'm too afraid to approach my friends here, like they have moved on and I'm stuck behind. And they really kind of have. With job prospectives and social security, and dear lord retirement planning, looming on the horizon Real Life As An Adult seems awfully frightening.
And... and... you guys this is not a world I want to live in as an adult. I was pretty happy as a cynical teenager but I don't want to get caught in this net of lulling routine and (I apologise in advance) bourgeois comforts. WHY ISN'T THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE ALREADY?!?!?!?!
Sigh
Here's a clay strainer from I don't really remember when, prob 8th century A.D. C.E. Yes, it's a very interesting medieval peasant life fact because I say so.
Golden delicate yet complex masterful myrtle wreaths that were most likely a tribute to a Mede princess married to Philip II and who probably sacrificed herself to the pyre that purified her husband's remains estimated at around 335 B.C.E.? Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft. look it up it's pretty fucking gorgeous
Here is a pic of a mural in one of the tombs of the rape of Persephone.
I found the pic online b/c you’re not allowed to take pics within the Vergina museum. Notice how they're both red-headed? It's a sign of royalty. Zeus on the undisclosed left side is also a redhead. The chick on the right is an Oceanid, if I'm not mistaken.
I have been waking up at around 8 a.m. to everyone's shock, been watching Grey's Anatomy S01-02 (again, b/c everyone seems to adore it idk why) and going to the beach. I managed to only slightly sunburn (yay) but have acquired a nice orangey brown tan. And my lazy ass has had time to read books. I browsed through a couple of Dawkins's (although there's no need anymore, I've been sold since 5 years ago), some dead anarchist dude's sarcastic take on capitalism, Celia Rees's Witch Child which was interesting and good different from all the other teen help! I'm a witch! books, R.J. Anderson's Knife with the Brian Froud cover (squee) which was pretty awesome too. And Martine Leavitt's Keturah and Lord Death. I love this book. Romances between a mortal and a deadly and immortal being would kill to be this book. And if they wouldn't they are not worth mentioning.
OK, I think I'm done. I shall now put on clothes and go home to my parents' house. It's my father's birthday.
P.S.: Oooh, my sis took me to a Spanish restaurant for tapas last night. Spanish tortilla and Mexican tortilla: two wholly different things.
*OK, it's been like ages since I wrote that bit. My stuff arrived a week after the send-off in pretty good condition. When I went through it there was some more angsting over losing the stereo's wires but I discovered on Monday I had taped the loose wires on the speaker. All is well now but there was some bitching and moaning in between.
**It's been ages since I wrote that bit too. Right now I'm typing all drenched in sweat in my sis's apartment who has wi-fi but no aircon. There's just no pleasing me.