But it has all been gooood. Despite contributing too many euros to the European economy, walking through dodgy alleys for gelato, incurring pricey phone bills, walking too bloody much and eating too much/not enough (can't decide).
In fact, after rejecting clubbing invitations yesterday from the SMU and NUS exchange kids, we discovered some sort of party down the street from our house. At 3am. And we joined in. In our jammies. Which for Singaporeans really is more like camp/hall/big tees, FBTs and slippers, with the option of a hoodie for the cold. It was filled with what I'd consider underage kids (approx 15/16/17 year olds), way too much cigarette smoke than what I'm used to smelling from kids, but good music and company because the people I live with can be pretty fun.
Anyway it turned out to be some sort of festival for our neighbourhood so I'm guessing that Les Corts can be pretty cool sometimes.
Today was spent attempting to clear a backlog of over 4000 photos, watching TV shows and complaining about the crap Wi-Fi we have in the apartment which works for 3mins every 45 mins.
But before anyone/everyone gets ideas about how great a life it is to be on exchange far away from home, I'm going to put it out there that it isn't all rainbows and butterflies.
Its weird actually spending so much of my day in the kitchen fixing up meals, washing pans and plates and cleaning stoves. Daydreaming in class no longer is about shopping, movies, dinner places, but instead about what the hell I should cook for the next 2 meals because, let's face it, you can't eat out for every meal unless you have an exchange budget of.. no budget. While grocery shopping is insanely fun because you get to buy whatever you want to eat (I guess you could have chips and carrots for dinner.....) and attempt to buy all the funky ingredients to whip up your funky dishes, it's not funny when you have to pay for all of it, lug it home and then realise you forgot to grab something. And that something becomes 2 things, then 3 and then you head back to the supermarket to grab even more groceries the next day and there goes all your money.
Doing laundry? Fight it out with your other housemates for the washing machine and hanging space. Sick? (which I am) Tough it out, make your own honey drinks and pop your own pills. Apartment's dirty? Well you noob it's time to clean it because mommy's back home. Damn do I miss my mom.
On the plus side though, no one's here to nag about bed times, irregular hours for everything (we woke up at 2pm, lunched at 4, grocery shopped at 7 and dinner-ed at 9 today) and my choice of activities.
Well despite all my homesick-ness and neediness for momsy, fat jam, family and Kenryu, non-perks of being an independent young lady,
I'm not regretting going on exchange one bit.
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