As you all are well-aware, I live with 7 other girls, and our apartment serves as the waiting area for all of the other models that are in town for our agency (since the agency is connecting to our place). This all adds up to A LOT of girls in one single space, which means constant girl behavior all around me. Girls talking and yelling in their many languages. Trash from everyone eating and leaving behind dishes. One shower filled to the brim with bath products. Computers and cords taking over the main room. And clothes and shoes left everywhere!
I believe that the last couple days have been the only few that I have been left here in peace and quiet. To have a month of no privacy has probably been the biggest struggle to deal with because I LOVE my space and privacy. This has definitely given me the experience of a college dorm that I ran away from when I was 18. Having experienced the dorms for a whopping 3 days at KU, I had had enough. And now I have spent a month in much tighter quarters than anyone could ever imagine.
Now it hasn't been too bad, but now that everyone has their footing here, the cliques have formed and my space has become my top bunk. I'm not hurt over the cliques or anything because basically, the girls stick to the girls that are from their country. And you really get to learn the habits and behaviors of the different girls. You see who cleans, who can actually cook, who talks for hours on end, and what respect levels exist for each country. And I've been pretty much the only American here the entire time. There is one other but she has her own apartment all the way on the Asia side, so major bummer. And the other day I met a client who happened to be an American citizen which was pretty bad ass!! He was probably the best client that we have met, and I'm sad I'm leaving before I was able to work with him but my home calls me.
Sorry back to the subject. So with all these country cliques, it's left me to kinda be that person who has stuck to themself. I've become the one who helps them with their English, rewrites messages, and that's about it. Now I have gone out with them and gone to dinner and shopping and such, but there is only so much I can stand of hearing 4 to 5 to 6 different languages at one time. There are days where my head was seriously going to explode because I had heard Portuguese, Dutch, Polish, Serbian, Turkish, and a little English here and there. All of this combined with the different tones and yelling equals major headaches! And you can definitely tell by body language and learning some words that sometimes they say things about you, but you can't really say anything because EVERYONE understands English. Everyone understands what I say so there is no way for me to vent without everyone understanding. I guess I may have gained some better Karma because it's really taught me that talking about other people or complaining is a waste of time and breathe. I've been one not to complain even though I've probably had the worst trip out of everyone here, but what's the point. All I hear is complaining, complaining, and more complaining from everyone's mouth in every language possible and it gets them nowhere. So in a way I'm glad that everyone understands me because it gives me more reason to not give into that shit.
I may have become what some call a loner, but that is A-OK with me. I don't like the cliques, the complaining, and whining. I've never been a bitch (maybe a tad moody here and there) and I've always been one to smile and put on a happy face so I know I'm leaving on good terms with everyone. I've met some very interesting girls and they've definitely been great entertainment to distract me from missing my home. But tomorrow will be the end of dorm-life for this American. Finally, I'll be back in my own private, space with my man and dog. I won't be hearing crazy languages all day all the time. And I'll have a nice comfy bed and wonderful amazing shower that is all clean and MINE! Oh I miss clean! I've kinda forgotten what that means :)
So for my last day here, another wet, rainy, cold day, I'm planning what I want to do when I get home. HA! Hopefully I'll be over my horrible cold, which everyone has been sick in this house, and I'll be home. home. home. See you soon America!! :)
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