Time's up!

That's right, my time here is up. And like all the good things that happen to me I've not made good use of it, I've abused my time here and very soon when I'm back home I'm going to regret it, I'm going to look back at this time here and miss it. I've booked my flight back home, I've told them I'll pack my bags and leave on the 19th. Some collegues who've become freinds have invited me home for dinner, send off dinner. I've spoken to Mme Hennau and told her I'd be leaving on the 19th. i have permission however to leave my bags in the apartment and pick them up on the 2nd. Between the 19th and the 2nd Im planning on travelling a little bit. South of France and Italy. Yet to decide what cities I must cover. Don't have too much time.

Eventhough I hate it sometimes, I will miss being by myself in the house. I will miss being able to go wherever whenever. I definitely wouldn't miss breaking my head over what to make for dinner and worrying about having a balnced diet and then ending up with the worst possible thing to eat. I will miss the privacy. But I get to go back and start my adult life full of responsibilities and no fun. yay. That is a good thing. Go back, find some job, be responsible, wake up early, clean the house,  get married, save up for a house, have kids, work for them, get fatter and then die of heart attack. I can't travel anymore but then again I won't be broke the last two weeks of the month.

Sob stories. Such sob stories. Such attention seeking.