absence
Shit guys! I'm incredibly sorry for my huge internet-absence. I can't get online here for more than half an hour. So I wander around Krakowian internet cafes and finally decide to update LJ.
Krakow is absolutely in-fucking-credible. I've never become so attached so quickly to a place and a group of people. I've really stumbled upon a good bunch. Up until a few days ago where the students staying with the program for three weeks left, my little posse consisted of a guy who's leaving Poland after the program to direct plays in Tel Aviv and take them back to Krakow and Wroclaw, a feminist French Lit MA who's going to Yale for dramaturgy, and a waifish sexually-questionable child psychologist from Scotland. And we just sort of get drunk at noon after class and wander blissfully around Krakow, weaving in and out of archways in the Jewish quarter, through vine-covered courtyards behind huge decaying flats. It's unbelievable. Things are cheap, everything's great. The weather's cool... Ah... I could go on. I'm also, obviously, learning quite a bit of Polish. I think I'm at the point now where I can head home and sort of talk to my mom sneakishly in Polish about other people and they won't know. And she'll be able to understand me.
Ah man. There's so much I want to say but it would really take a lot out of me to sort of sit here and transcribe everything I've been thinking/feeling. I definitely think I'm changing a lot. Sometimes when I'm alone I'll wander into a little kawiarnia and order a gin and tonic and sit and write for inordinate amounts of time in my moleskine about my sort of wanderlusting, international, lovelorn life. Haha. If someone ever found that, it would look like the journal from Seven--just pages upon pages of tiny scrawl ramblings.
But yes!! Tell me how you all are doing. I feel like I've been neglecting you. Just know the internet has been without my presence for a while anyway. Feel privileged!
As I sit here, I notice my feet smell terrible.
Krakow is absolutely in-fucking-credible. I've never become so attached so quickly to a place and a group of people. I've really stumbled upon a good bunch. Up until a few days ago where the students staying with the program for three weeks left, my little posse consisted of a guy who's leaving Poland after the program to direct plays in Tel Aviv and take them back to Krakow and Wroclaw, a feminist French Lit MA who's going to Yale for dramaturgy, and a waifish sexually-questionable child psychologist from Scotland. And we just sort of get drunk at noon after class and wander blissfully around Krakow, weaving in and out of archways in the Jewish quarter, through vine-covered courtyards behind huge decaying flats. It's unbelievable. Things are cheap, everything's great. The weather's cool... Ah... I could go on. I'm also, obviously, learning quite a bit of Polish. I think I'm at the point now where I can head home and sort of talk to my mom sneakishly in Polish about other people and they won't know. And she'll be able to understand me.
Ah man. There's so much I want to say but it would really take a lot out of me to sort of sit here and transcribe everything I've been thinking/feeling. I definitely think I'm changing a lot. Sometimes when I'm alone I'll wander into a little kawiarnia and order a gin and tonic and sit and write for inordinate amounts of time in my moleskine about my sort of wanderlusting, international, lovelorn life. Haha. If someone ever found that, it would look like the journal from Seven--just pages upon pages of tiny scrawl ramblings.
But yes!! Tell me how you all are doing. I feel like I've been neglecting you. Just know the internet has been without my presence for a while anyway. Feel privileged!
As I sit here, I notice my feet smell terrible.