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Four weeks ago, four! weeks ago already I arrived in Killarney. Arrived in this amazing wonderful apartment with the most amazing views. Four weeks ago I arrived home. Bizarre. Really. It can't have been four weeks already. Then again...oddly enough, the final school day is so clear to me, like it happened only just days ago. Ireland...it feels so long ago, and at the same time I can't believe it's been so long already. One of these odd time tricks.
Anyway...so yeah...four weeks ago I had just arrived. God...the excitement I felt, but also the absolute solace and peace. I still wished I could have stayed there longer, so wasn't ready to go home just yet.
I still find it incredibly hard to feel at home again in my own house. I still miss the space and views. I miss seeing a good thunderstorm approaching, I miss watching these amazing sunsets. Ugh...and just a few days and then it's back to work again. Back to teaching again. Teaching all these classes I don't want to teach anymore. Give me my own class and I'll be fine. Sick of being all over that place. Sick of feeling like a failure teacher on the days I don't teach my own class.
Would it not be nice to have enough money to not worry about it anymore. To be able to buy that little house with loads of space and views. To be able to work for fun, not because you have to in order to live and survive.
Anyway...so yeah...four weeks ago I had just arrived. God...the excitement I felt, but also the absolute solace and peace. I still wished I could have stayed there longer, so wasn't ready to go home just yet.
I still find it incredibly hard to feel at home again in my own house. I still miss the space and views. I miss seeing a good thunderstorm approaching, I miss watching these amazing sunsets. Ugh...and just a few days and then it's back to work again. Back to teaching again. Teaching all these classes I don't want to teach anymore. Give me my own class and I'll be fine. Sick of being all over that place. Sick of feeling like a failure teacher on the days I don't teach my own class.
Would it not be nice to have enough money to not worry about it anymore. To be able to buy that little house with loads of space and views. To be able to work for fun, not because you have to in order to live and survive.
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Date: 18/9/10 06:52 (UTC)