Side Note

I feel slightly bad that I have been in a massive rush just about every time I write anything on here.  The English major inside me is extremely disappointed in my lack of description, so I would like to give you slightly more insight into how things are:

The Mornings:  I wake up each morning before my alarm (if one is set).  First, my eyes are still closed and I am simply aware that I am awake sooner than I need to be.  I am usually still caught up in a very strange dream that is so vivid and odd that I cannot decide whether I want to let it go or not...when I finally choose to give it up and check my phone for the time, I think about all the places I could be when I open my eyes. Some mornings, I picture my parents' house or the beach house in Narragansett... Other times, I picture other places that I have stayed along my way here.  It seems like if I just focused hard enough, I could wake up wherever the place is in my mind without thinking anything of it.  Then, I become fully conscious of my current location and open my eyes with a bit of a struggle, groping for my phone as my eyes adjust to the light and I try to shake myself away from the memories of the dreams...when I see the time, I debate if it's worth going back to sleep or if I am awake enough that I should move.  If it's an hour or so before planned, I allow the tendrils of sleep to reenter from my subconscious and take over my mind for a while longer.  If it's only 10/15 minutes earlier, I take a few deep breaths and throw myself into the air, trusting my body to steady itself in its tired stupor.  I am almost always the first awake, and tired enough to mumble people as they too force themselves over to say good morning.  Last week, whilst working at the camp, I put myself together as quickly and quietly as possible and walked to a Billa, waited until 7am when it opened, and bought myself breakfast to eat at the bus stop and snacks to eat later on during the day.  The last morning I was waiting for the bus and eating my freshly baked bread with sauce, ham, onions, and cheese, I was stung by a bee for the first time.  This morning, I washed dishes until my new roommate Katrina came into the kitchen and we had tea and made breakfast for everyone.  Things are moving fast and I have been overly booked, but I am so comforted by having a room of my own, a flat that is charming, cool, and eclectic, and great roommates who I already feel like I've known for years.  

I should go to bed now, since I have to be up at 6:30 to get ready and pack for my training in Prague with Laura and the other new Wattsenglish teachers.  I hope all is well back home with Hurricane Irene on the loose... Love you all!

For the rest of the days, I am thrown into whatever outrageous scheduled event I have, be it a job or