The Weekend of Changes

Enjoying Freedom

Goodbye annoying Person

After I had finished work I felt incredibly free. But I couldn't enjoy that feeling and relax, I had to return to my appartment quickly, as the real estate woman had told me that she would come at 1 pm and have a look at everything. I arrived at home at about 12:45 and sat down at the sofa in order to wait for the woman. I knew that she was a bit chaotic and that she was late sometimes, so I wasn't surprised when it was 13:15 and she still wasn't there. But as I am very German I started to be annoyed at 13:20 and wondered if I had understood something in the wrong way - maybe she had meant that I would come to her office before? But actually, I was sure that she had told me that she would close the office and come to my place then. At 13:30 I was sure that she had forgotten the appointment, so I called her - I was annoyed as it was always me who had to call her and she didn't care about me at all. When she answered my call I could hear that she was in the car. I told her that I was waiting and asked where she was and - of course - she told me that she had forgotten our appointment. As she was still in her car she said that she would get back to the office and asked me to come over to her.

That annoyed me even more - why did I have to come to her now?! But I didn't want to make it any more complicated, so I took on my shoes and went the 3 minutes to the office. She apologized 100 times that she had forgotten our appointment, but my mood that day was so great that I didn't really care. I just wanted to have my money and enjoy my free afternoon. She gave me the 450 euros, we had a bit of smalltalk and finally we had to say goodbye (not too difficult for me, I had had enough problems with her even if she was a nice person in general) and I could return to my appartment. I passed by Burger King and bought something to eat - that day I just wanted to enjoy and not think about cooking, washing dishes or cleaning something. I arrived at home, had my unhealthy lunch and just watched TV. It was wonderful weather outside, but for one time I didn't care, I just wanted to enjoy the feeling that I had survived that difficult period in my life and the funny part of my second semester abroad would start now. 

Too much food!

After I had relaxed the whole afternoon and chatted with my Vietnamese friend via Hangouts (she was keeping me on track about everything that happened in the office during my absence and it was incredibly funny) I had to get ready and take a shower because we wanted to have some food together in the evening. We had changed our Pizza-plan from the morning and decided to go to the Mexican restaurant Poco Loco one last time. At 7 pm we met there and entered our favorite place in that city. It was the first time we had gone there only the two of us, without the other girls or her boyfriend or somebody. But it was the same as always - we spent a lot of time reading the menu but we didn't know what to order because we always forgot what the dishes had been like the last time we had ordered them or which dish had had which name. So we ordered three dishes and were excited what we would get. We talked about the things she had sent me via Hangouts during the day and were laughing so much about some things that had happened. After a while our food arrived and it was simply too much - it was food for 4 or 5 people! As always, we had ordered too much and with all the cheese it was almost impossible to eat it all, even if every single plate was more than delicious. We had to take several breaks but after more than one hour we had finally finished 95% of the food and were more than full. I was sure that I would never ever be able to move again. My friend had the same problem, so we stayed in the restaurant and had some more drinks in order to regain our possibility to move. 

Do I really have so many things? 

The next day - Saturday, I had planned to sleep in, but I was so excited about packing my things and everything that I couldn't stay in bed that long. I got up, had a short breakfast (I was trying to eat all my things so I didn't have a lot in my fridge anymore) and started to wash my clothes. I had waited a long time because I had wanted to wash everything before my 10 days in the hotel and it had really become a lot. Because of the weird washing machine I had to divide everything after colours and it would become a long day. At Tenerife you don't have a dryer because most of the time you have a balcony or a terrace. I didn't, so I had to put everything on the laundry rack. But it was too small for all the clothes, so I used my whole appartment to dry everything and it was a mess. Furthermore, it was incredibly cold inside because there was no direct sunshine through my windows and I had to leave them opened in order to let the laundry dry quicker - the next day it had all to be dry. 

While I was waiting for the machines to finish and for the laundry to dry I started to organise my things a bit and to think about what to pack in which bag and what to leave there. I was already sure that I wouldn't take anything from the kitchen with me, even if there were many things I had bought. But they were heavy and thay had been quite cheap, so I would not need them back in Germany. Furthermore, before I had started to wash my laundry I had already picked some clothes that I would throw away because they had changed the colour or they were quite poor quality. But even after I had thrown a lot of things, decided to let things there and organised everything I realized that I had too many things! As I knew from the first time when I had to move from the one appartment to the other, I would need my whole suitcase for clothes almost. But where would I put all the other things? I had beauty products, towels, shoes and other things to take with me. But in order to know it for sure I would have to wait for the next day when the laundry would (hopefully) be dry and I could really start to pack my things. 

Saying Goodbye to the Beach

So I finished my packing efforts for that day and decided to have a walk through the city for the last time in order to say goodbye to the beach and all the other beautiful places that had been my home for the last six months. I was in a good but also melancholic mood, as every place I visited and passed by reminded me of the week with my boyfriend when we had taken selfies at these places and I had been so incredibly happy. It made me kind of sad to be there again because in that moment it was three months ago that he had come to visit me and I missed him a lot. Furthermore, I couldn't wait to say goodbye to that place at the one side, but at the other side I knew that I would wish to be back to that wonderful place one day in the future. It was a huge dilemma, so I decided to buy some chocolate ice cream in order to relax myself and continued my walk. Even if it was hot outside and it was the hottest time of the day I walked until I reached Playa Jardín. The view that day was incredible, so I took some last pictures and sat down next to the sea in order to enjoy the atmosphere and the sound of the waves. I saw all the other people that were mainly tourists and for the first time during the last months I wasn't jealous of them - I would return in 10 days, too, so the period I would still be on that island was something like a holiday. No work, sleeping in a hotel and seeing my Mum - it WAS a holiday. And I was really looking forward to it, even if I wasn't sure about my Mum's boyfriend. He was still a bit weird in my opinion and I didn't know how that would be during those five days. But we would see, and I knew that we would do whatever I wanted to do. 

I stayed at the beach for a while and couldn't go away, the view was just too incredible. But I became hungry and a bit bored, so finally I stood up and started to return to the city centre. As I didn't have anything in my fridge and nothing to cook anymore I went to McDonalds and bought some food to takeaway - I knew that it was unhealthy but the rest of my time in Tenerife I would have food from the hotel and from other restaurants, so it was okay to have McDonalds one last time. I went back to my appartment, had my food and organised the last pieces of laundry - some of them were already dry, so I could put them into the suitcase already, but I knew that I would have to do that again the next day when everything would be dry. I took a shower and afterwards I went into my cosy bed with some chocolate and enjoyed my last evening in the appartment. I really liked it (except the bathroom) and some day I would miss it, I was sure about that. But at this moment I also missed my appartment in Germany where everything was mine and it had been me who had chosen all the furniture and the decoration. Looking forward to the next day I red some pages in my new book and fell asleep. 

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