Between Hope and Desperation

Yesterday I had to go to Sofia to deal with all the tedious bureaucracy of getting one’s room. And I had one of those days when all you want to do is damn everything and curse all the time. Well, it was not all that bad. I did get things done and managed to go home, but what a ride I had – the worse in my history of train rides and it is pretty colourful. Of course, the people were interesting, we had a nice chat, they were ok, thank heavens. But all the nerves I wasted, the sleep deprivation, the shit I had to take from officials – I barely made it. The waiting in lines, the moody first year students who had no clue what they were getting themselves into…the spiteful bus driver…and the half bare room…I have high hopes to get this room well, we’ll see about that. It was a rainy, gloomy day yeaterday. As opposed to today when the sun is shining brightly. An aftertaste remains – a reminder of all the stuff I have to do from now on. The responsibilities. The communication. It can be viewed as a good thing or bad, depending on mood. Today…it’s…ambiguous. I hope/apprehend. I am still set on making the best out of it. But it will require a lot of effort. So…til’ later. ≈