Ever get so frustrated with something not going your way that you just kind of crack like an egg, spill all over the place, and then lack the substance to sweep yourself up? After a while, the mess starts to smell a bit like uhm… rotten eggs, and eventually it gets so bad that you just can’t even look at the problem, let alone think about it. We’ve all felt this way about something at one time or another, right?
If you’re wondering why I’m talking about rotten eggs then take a look at the right side of my blog. This is where you will notice a lovely little poll that many of you so wonderfully participated in (the one about where Brooke should take her break). Yep, you guessed it! You have found my rotten eggs!
When I first got to Kyiv, I felt excited. With the job came extended holiday breaks that we all would be able to travel on. I built up high hopes of what amazing adventures I would pursue in other foreign lands nearby, but alas, you might notice that I haven’t gone anywhere since my quick jaunt to Hungary. What happened?
The list of reasons for my stagnation roll on, and to delve into that list might involve badmouthing certain institutions and people I might be in contact with, so I think it best to just say simply that plans fell through, repeatedly. Finally, after dealing with so many failed attempts to get somewhere, I just decided to call it quits and take what little money I had made and try again at a later date when I’ve had time to “recover“.
Hopefully enough time has passed because I definitely went downtown to buy train tickets today. This Thursday night, immediately after class, I’m running to the station with Tanya for a really quick adventure in Odessa. Hopefully everything works out this time, because, honestly, who likes rotten eggs?!