I feel like every other post is about how tired and exhausted I am - if not about work then about living here or the language or some other stupid shit. But today I'm just so tired, I feel like I haven't had a chance to breathe and I just want this weekend to be here already so I can sleep away this last week. It been non-stop since the beginning of the month - first home to London, then Porto, then London again and then Sarika, visiting and Elin's leaving party and ohmygod my apartment is in such a gross state of abandonment I don't even know where to start with cleaning it. Because I was so sick when I first came back from London, I never had time to properly unpack so when Porto came around I emptied my suitcase onto the floor, packed, left, came back then repeated for London round II.
The weekend with Sarika here was so lovely. We did a lot of walking and talking and some shopping but mostly talking and then she left and I was in such a rush in the morning before work I never even got to say goodbye properly. And now Elin is leaving tomorrow. On Monday I picked up some things she had to leave behind, which actually turned out to be a lot of things in the end, and of course I haven't had the energy to unpack any of those bags at all.
Yesterday I came home late to find a couple waiting for me outside of my apartment. They spoke no english but had a slip of paper with
THERE IS WATER LEAKING DOWNSTAIRS
written on it and apparently it's coming from my apartment but when I checked, there wasn't any visible problem. So there were a lot of things trying to be said that I had no idea what was meant and in the end I think they just told me to pay attention when I take a shower. Then my landlady calls me - who also doesn't speak any english and usually I'm in contact with her son who does - and is trying to explain everything super slow but all I can understand is the key words and nothing about what I actually need to understand. A couple more calls later I called Carlota who then called my landlady and things were kind of sorted out except that a man came to take a look today and now I need someone to fix my shower next week.
It feels like so much drama has happened in the last few days over nothing actually happening. It's so small-town life here, every small thing feels like a much bigger deal. Even at work, people tell me to be careful what I say because you don't know who could be listening and everyone seems to know everyone and things just spread so quickly. It's like high school. It's so fucking exhausting sometimes.
Tonight is Elin's last night so it's just another weird night of saying goodbye. Her last day was already a couple of weeks ago now, so I've managed to get used to her not being there but I think when she's back in London, it'll feel like losing my arm all over again. It's a weird feeling though because I know I'll see her again. Tonight is probably more of her goodbye to Coruña. For us, it's just see you later.