All moved out

So this is it, kind of the end of a quite large part of my life. Yesterday I quit my job and my home. For now I'm homeless and unemployed, some people say that I chosed it myself, yet others ask me how I was so lucky as to get a cardboard box with internet access. They are all good comments and question but I refrain from giving them any notice. So yes, I'm still the same. Anyway, I spent today cleaning my apartment. Since it's very small I thought a day or a day and a half tops would do it but as time passes I'm starting to doubt that I'll ever finish. Me and dirt simply get along so well that parting is so very very hard (joke). It's actually not so bad and I'll finsh tomorrow, as planned. After that it's just chilling time until I leave. Packing and drinking beer, maybe even packing some beers, oooh you brave new world.

My life in boxes

My apartment looks like some one detonated a bomb in here, and that only to clean up the Hurricane that passed through here last week... I´m leaving my apartment as one of the many steps in preparing for my trip to Damascus.
Another thing I´ve done to prepare myself is to quit my job, or more correctly: I didn´t harass my boss in to letting me stay for another period. Anyway, I only have three more nights left to work and then I´ll move to my dad´s house. I really liked both my job and my apartment. Mostly everyone understand why I like my apartment but very few people understand why I like my job. Still, three more nigths and then it´s all over. I hope these last nights will be quiet and calm, considering that it´s the last week end of the month I shouldn´t get my hopes up but I´ll bring my school books anyway.

So this is it

Finally it feels like I am really getting ready to go. Yesterday I paid for my ticket and handed in the last couple of papers to the student aid agency. Today I received notification that my application has been approved. Very good news indeed. I will now be able to stay for the full six months as planned. Today I had my teeth checked by the family dentist. She isn't really the family dentist in any other way than that my entire family have our teeth checked by her. Yet again I didn't have any cavities. After the visit I had to eat an entire bowl of sugar to celebrate that joyful happening. When I had finished the white poison and also had a cup of coffee I visited the Syrian embassy. As I knew that you aren't able to pay the visa fee in cash I didn't withdraw any money before going there. But as had finished my visa application the clerk asked me for payment in cash. Which I, of course, was unable to grant him. So instead I went to the bank next door, withdrew money and then returned. All in all I went up and down those stairs three times. Good for me they deceided to put the embassy on the fourth floor... In the end all things are well.