13 June 2011
I woke up at 7:30 after setting about 8 alarms, starting at 5:50. It was so hard to get up. I didn’t go to sleep until 1am last night, trying to clean up people’s rooms [YES THEY WERE THAT BAD]. I also felt the need to salvage people’s vodka and peanut butter. This is what my room looked like before I went to sleep:
Anyways. I had wanted to get up early to finish packing. Ulzii Akh called me and came to pick me up at 9:30. We went to the immigration office (by the airport). Ulzii Akh described it as “a prison.” It took a long time to get there and then it was a lot of lines and running around to different people. At one point I got a ticket saying “there are 69 people in front of you”… But a lady from California let me cut her. I can’t remember why.
The entire fiasco was a result of me asking for the wrong day for an exit visa? I said I’d be leaving on the 13th when we were asked sometime in May. But then I decided to stay in Mongolia until the 25th. … I had to borrow Ulzii Akh’s phone card to ask my parents to buy a ticket for me for that day? So weird, I can’t remember why it came to that. I had to pay him back 3000 tugrik later.
It was super painful driving back to the hostel. We drove the same way we did on the day I arrived. I was near tears comparing winter/summer, coming/going…
I am sitting alone in the hostel room… thinking about what Bethany/Bianca said about how amazing it is to always have someone to come to. I can’t remember the last time I was this alone. … Will I miss people when I get back to America? Because I won’t be in Mongolia so it won’t be like that place is lacking them, you know? We’ll see.
I kindof wish I was still in the Anuujin. I guess there it felt like there were ghosts to comfort me. Here (at least right now) there is no one and nothing. :/
Thank god I’m living in the same area as Sam though. He seems really cool, and I’m glad I am here with a potential friend.
Esther just got back. She’s friendly enough, but I really really miss sharing a room with 8 other people that know me extremely well and who I don’t have to be formal with. :( I wish I could put into words how awful and traumatic this feels.
I don’t want to go back to America and have my memories of my time here be just a souvenir. So much reentry stuff that we were given says to be prepared for people to not give a shit :/
My arms look ridiculous, all the capillaries in my forearms burst from playing volleyball with Caroline at the farewell dinner.
Sam just got back, he was out having a drink with a professor. We had a nice chat. Seriously, thank god he is here.
Although him and Esther are playing the mouth harp right now and I keep thinking it’s Nathan because he used to play that all the time in the apartment.