Right now, this very minute as I type these words, I have been in the glorious republic of Czechland for one year. Blimey.
When I first packed up my flat at about two weeks' notice, shovelled 20 kilos of essential books in my rucksack and headed off into the wilds of central Bohemia by the first easyjet flight available, the plan was to stay for a few months. But then things got all tangled up, what with that old Chinese saying, and something a Scottish bloke once said. Except I'm fighting the desperate urge to overwhelm this entire post with cliches. So I've gone agly. 'Tis all
Of course, if I'd have known, I'd have distributed books between the checked and hand luggage more evenly rather than doing it while at the front of a queue of sweaty, annoyed passengers off for their week in Tenerife. I possibly would have also revised my choice of storage companies. I would have definitely bought an annual metro pass at the first possible opportunity. And I would have absolutely picked an internet cafe that wasn't closing in about 2 minutes' time to write this post.
But that's the way the koláč crumbles.
6 comments:
Hmm. A year already?? Where does time fly when you're having fun? Congratulations~
thank you, bookwormom!
So are you staying for another year? Ever think you'll move back? Enquiring minds want to know...
Hmmm.... moving back? Not so sure. Moving on? At some point. But not quite yet, methinks.
Life has an interesting way of throwing curveballs when I plan things, so if anything, the next couple of years should be pretty interesting.
We'll holiday swap - you come to mine in Scotland for a week and I'll water your plants there...what do you say? Festival is coming soon...just to tempt you a little.
hi lyvvie - i've always wanted to go to the festival... but if i were living it somewhere around lothian, i wouldn't be able to hunt for new flatmates for afterwards, since they're both leaving soon.
But you could help with that, perhaps. Have you seen Shallow Grave?
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