Hooome!
Ahhh! I spent the night in my own bed! I just lay there, enjoying the quiet.
My parents went to visit some friends in Sweden, so I had my neighbors "babysitting" me. Good times. And now, I don't wanna leave!
I miss my place, and my own space, and my clothes and my kitchen and my bed and my shoes (even if I can only wear one at the moment...). And doing things my way, in my time. And my internet! And my tv and my dvd collection. And I miss my alone-time. I'm so very Greta Garbo. Always have been: "I vant to be alone." My neighbors know this, and know not to worry when I disappear for a few days. I just need to stay in my cave. It's my thing. I've had one (1) night alone in 4 weeks. And I spent it being annoyed that I couldn't go to a party. Which, granted, was a bit counter-productive, but you can't always control these things.
So yesterday the lovely Maria took care of me and bought me Chinese from our favorite place around the corner, and we shared a bottle of wine while her boyfriend Klaus went to a soccer game. And today Klaus put me in my wheelchair and we ran a ton of errands and had the best time. You get excellent service when you're in a wheelchair! And everybody stares, so I greeted pretty much everyone we passed. It's a thing I have. If you stare, you get a hello. It just seems appropriate somehow. Besides, there's something about waving to the masses while you're being carted around that I simply cannot resist.
Then we had a big lunch, although without beer which was... well, horrifying. Mostly at the realization that we, completely out of character, forgot to buy some! But we managed, and I guess I wore him out because right now he's napping on the couch while I'm procrastinating my homework.
The absolute best thing about being here is that even when I'm hanging out in my neighbors' apartment it feels like I'm home. Love!
(8 days to go. - But who's counting?)