Triste

I'm feeling very not happy right now. Not angry though. I guess I would call it, disappointed. This apartment hunt has been much more than I anticipated, and really the thing that's most pushing my buttons is how unresponsive even the agencies are. On top of that, building friendships in this city is hard. It seems that assistants in smaller towns/academies bond quickly - but in Paris, it's so massive that it's hard to get yourself thrown into a situation where we can easily be together. If that makes sense. So I guess why I'm feeling this way is one big mixture of disappointment with having no home, confusion with what's to come, loneliness from not having a little group of friends to swap stories with, and most of all hunger yet boredom with eating the same meals over and over again b/c D's kitchen is basically a sink and a burner. There's no oven or microwave with which to cook anything. We have discovered some meals we're capable of with only a burner, but frankly it doesn't seem like much fun to be simultaneously cooking and stepping over all my crap that has yet to be taken out of a suitcase......

Sigh. All of this just makes me want to crawl into bed and watch bad TV.

The Colorado Rockies made it into the playoffs. First time since 1995. And the Avs missed the playoffs earlier this year - first time since they came to Colorado in 1996. Strange things are a-happenin'.