I have only 15 days left in Albania. I cannot really believe it. I am feeling quite strange at the moment. It is almost surreal. I really thought I would be over the moon in the last couple of weeks of me being here. My departure has been a long standing battle and now that I have won I have mixed feelings.
I packed it in early last night so that I could get ahead of the game with my packing. Closed up the office and went to my little room, put my laptop on my desk and changed into comfortable clothes. I sat down on my bed to think where I should start this packing process. I never got back up. I found myself sitting on my bed and staring around my room that has become my little hideaway from life for the past 9 months.
I have a BabyBel (link 1) wall. This is basically a section of wall that I used to throw BabyBel (link 2) wax at and it became quite the collection. (BabyBel cheese comes wrapped in red wax that you can squish up and then roll into sticky balls that will adhere to almost anything if you throw them hard enough). That wall represents some very funny, happy, drunk and crazy nights. It also represents some very lonely, angry, sober and sad nights. I decided last night that I could not take it down. My wax balls will stay on the wall forever. I don’t care if the next guy takes them down because in my mind the last image of that wall will be my own. BabyBel Rules!
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