My last post went up as the first of my friends began the slow dribble out of this bath-town with the student plug pulled out. Now the bathwater is almost completely gone and the drain is making that weird squeaking noise as the air tries to escape down the plumbing! There is literally NO-ONE here this weekend. I went for a walk around the guesthouse perimeter the other day (on my way to throw out the first few of MANY more bags to come of rubbish, old clothes and collected crap that needs to be excavated from my room before leaving) and of the 80 or so flats in these large buildings (which house 2 people each) there are about 5 occupied. And walking past an empty flat where friends used to live and knowing they're not inside is a surprisingly lonely feeling. I feel a bit like Will Smith in that movie "I am Legend", the only person left on the planet it seems sometimes, like some airborne disease wiped out all the people here while I was on my last holiday and I've come home to find the landscape unaffected, but EMPTY!
The only two people left in the guesthouse whom I know (Nakita and my roomie Emma) are away on last-ditch weekend trips. Nakita and I technically leave on the same day - next Friday, a week from today - but she goes home while I make my own last-ditch attempt at a "Summer" with 8 nights in Croatia. While I'm there Emma leaves and then its all over. I'll come back to Maastricht for just a couple of hours to check out of the guesthouse and grab any extra packing and then the looooong journey home begins. Catching that last bus from the guesthouse to the train station is going to be an odd combination of excited butterflies, melancholy and mild panic I think!
After all this jetting around Europe the past year I'm rather used to one or, at a pinch, two hour flights to most places. I have become spoilt. And now I'm facing about 20 hours in the air, separated by a 16 hour lay over in Kuala Lumpur (a far inferior airport to waste time in than say Singapore, which has a free movie theatre!). And before I even think about getting on the flight home I have to fly from Croatia to Germany and then get a train from there to Maastricht. That's about 6 hours travelling, plus a train from Maastricht to Amsterdam airport is another 3 or so... which means over four days I'm looking at about 40 hours traveling time and a whoooole lotta waiting.... The upside though is saying goodbye to budget airlines. If I MUST be trapped on a plane for so long, at least Malaysia Airlines is going to feed me, entertain me, attend to me and provide me with all sorts of unpaid for extras :D
In the meantime, this last week is going to be a mad rush of:
- finishing study (which I have come to describe as an annoying mosquito near the back of my ear - not exactly hard but annoying and I wish it would just go away)
- the continued dismantling of the flat (which I began a few days ago but can't yet bring myself to put away all the things that make this place home and face staring at 4 white walls and empty cupboards again like it was when I arrived)
- last minute catch ups with friends (I said "doei!" to my dear Dutch friend Iris last night, with an open invite to Australia)
- dealing with bureaucracy (I apparently have to deregister with the city administration, give back my ID card, close my bank account, check out of my accommodation... etc etc)
- and general panic attacks (have I packed everything, have I seen everyone, have I been everywhere i want to?!?!)
