*bleh*
I had a little cry last night cuz I miss u gaiz.
...No, really. It wasn't all that dramatic though, I was just feeling a bit lonely. I was supposed to have stayed with my cousin from Monday night until Thursday morning when I would have headed off to Paris, but due to stressing out about work, she asked if she could pay for me to stay at a hostel instead. Well this was all fine, but it was asked at 7pm, which didn't leave me with a lot of time. Luckily, I did find a place on HostelWorld.com but it left me feeling a little unbalanced, because it was a reminder how not everything was always certain.
After rushing around a bit, getting a taxi and dragging my incredibly heavy larger suitcase and not so heavy smaller suitcase up incredibly steep, narrow stairs, I had to squish into a tiny little room where four other Aussies were just getting ready to go out, and had their shit strewn about everywhere, making life a little difficult for me with my big bags. Watching them chat with one another as they got ready to head out made me miss home like hell, and when they left all I wanted to do was lie down and... not do anything.
By this time it was 10pm, which would have made it 6am in Australia, and I had no desire to bother anyone at that time of the morning, so I called the only person who wasn't so far away; my dad. I've been having a hard time getting into contact with him though, I've been sending emails and SMS's only to find out he hasn't been getting them, and when I tried calling him I got transferred to a weird voice mail thing, but I left a message anyway without much hope. Hormones and homesickness made me blubber for a bit, but there wasn't much I could do about it.
Without much else to do, I curled up and tried to go to sleep... which just wouldn't happen. I lay there for about an hour and a half, staring into the darkness, before I finally started to doze off. At 1am I got a text from dad saying he got my message, but it was too late for me to respond coherently, so I passed out again, only to be woken up a little later again by the Aussies coming back from their night out.
It was a pretty shitty night's sleep, and when I woke up, it was raining, and would apparently continue to do so throughout the day. I had to switch rooms as well, so there I went, dragging all my suitcases down the steep stairs again, only to learn that later when I check into the new room, I have to go up to the third floor with those suitcases and stairs. Waaahhhh T___T
Everything will be better once I'm with my dad in Paris, but right now I kind of wanna go home.