Humph

First bout of homesickness last night. Met the German, but didn't realize they had a bunch of people interested in the room.  Basically, he was intereviewing a few of us and will decide today who gets the room.

I didn't know that - I thought I had it and meeting him was a formaility.  I'd even turned down an invitation to do something tonight because I figured I'd be  moving.  I remember going through this in London when I first got there.  I must have met with dozens of house shares and couldn't get in. It's a horrible feeling and in London it was coupled with my resume being rejected again and again, too.  In the end I took a crap room in a dumpy house, but the job was a positive. I ended up reporting in to a brewery every day and had guys proposing most nights when they learnt I worked for Guinness. At least that was pretty awesome.

Anyway, I got home feeling kind of crap, wishing I had my cat  next to me and my friends down the hall.  I didn't mind being in a hotel when I thought there was an end point - now I'm anxious to get out. I'd wanted to go do the tourist thing this weekend and get to the islands next weekend, but I may be back house-hunting.

On the flipside, I realized the local guy who hangs out in front of my hotel now recognizes me and makes an effort to catch my eye and smile every morning.  Plus the woman who makes my Thai toast* breakfast seems to consider me a regular.  The first time I went to her she kept putting me at the back of the queue while she prepared the bread for her locals.  Now I get a regular spot in rotation and today she even asked where I was from. Plus the IT guy at work got my laptop working again, so last night was the first time since spring I had access to all my photos and music. They're small comforts, but I'll take them.

*Thai Toast - I don't know the official name for it, but it's like the Thai answer to French toast, so that's what I call it.  It's think slices of bread toasted over a charcoal pit. It's buttered, sugared and doused in condensed milk before being cut into little squares and served with a wooden skewer.  That, plus deep fried bananas with sesame and a pork satay, all from local street vendors, have become my breakfast routine.  Total cost? 95cents.