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Manila. Again.
Feb. 3rd, 2014 12:00 pmFamiliar hotel. They welcomed me back, familiar faces greeting me with apparent pleasure.
My room looks the same. Mostly. This one has a bathrobe. The shower door opens the other way, and doesn't perpetually drift 4 inches open (while I'm showering, getting slippery water all over the bathroom floor).
My driver this morning is the same.
My students should be the same.
The perpetual moist heat is the same. Or worse. I miss the cold! There are only so many clothes I can take off in a professional setting.
The grocery stores are the same. Because I arrived early Sunday, I went grocery shopping. I should be set for at least a week.
The classes I'm teaching are the same as last week. Friday will be a change, but otherwise I'm teaching the same classes four weeks in a row.
Ugh. Familiar is nice, but I'd SO rather be home. T is my light in the dark tunnel. Without him, this would simply be a very painful test on my endurance.
My room looks the same. Mostly. This one has a bathrobe. The shower door opens the other way, and doesn't perpetually drift 4 inches open (while I'm showering, getting slippery water all over the bathroom floor).
My driver this morning is the same.
My students should be the same.
The perpetual moist heat is the same. Or worse. I miss the cold! There are only so many clothes I can take off in a professional setting.
The grocery stores are the same. Because I arrived early Sunday, I went grocery shopping. I should be set for at least a week.
The classes I'm teaching are the same as last week. Friday will be a change, but otherwise I'm teaching the same classes four weeks in a row.
Ugh. Familiar is nice, but I'd SO rather be home. T is my light in the dark tunnel. Without him, this would simply be a very painful test on my endurance.
