It’s been a month since I arrived in Vilnius. A month and a day since I looked back at my Dad standing on the other side of security and said goodbye to Pocatello. I have adjusted to living in a communal space, in a city that I don’t know, with people that I hadn’t ever even talked to before a month ago. It feels good. Even when it feels lonely, like no one will ever really know me here.
Instead of traveling this weekend, I decided to stay home. Mostly because I am trying to recover from the cold of imminent death, and I am already behind in my history reading. Also because I have been neglecting my alone time, and since I am possibly getting a roommate this week I should take it while I can. I really enjoy spending time with people here, but I also need the balance that I get from simply staying home and keeping my own company. I guess I am not your typical ERASMUS student, who knew? (Maybe the Portuguese girl who exclaimed “You are HOW OLD?!” when I told her my age on the walk home on Friday.)
I haven’t done any serious sightseeing this week, although I did stop in at the souvenir shop in Uzupis and buy myself a sweet aluminum mug with cartoon Uzupis on it. I was in classes all week, and I tried to party with the kids, which made me a hungover mess for two of the days. I am glad that the intensity of it all has dialed down a little, I welcome the coming of routine and expectations.
Man, I wish I had something funny to post today… maybe it is the sad weather getting to me already.