Coming to Prague was a weird move for me. I’d only decided a couple of weeks or so before applying that I was gonna do the whole teaching thing – I figured it’d make for something solid to fall back on later in life, maybe – and surprised myself by completing it.
Actually seeing something through to completion on the back of terms of the folk running the course made it genuinely the hardest thing I have ever done. I’m sure at times the tutors may have thought I wasn’t clued in, or cared enough about it, and just outright doubted my commitment to the whole process, but truth is I just deal with things a bit differently.
I’m still working on it.
I was supposed to be on one of the courses before December, but it didn’t work out that way, and for the humans I’ve befriended here I’m so fucking glad about that. I mean, I had the misfortune of meeting a few folks from previous courses and it was no secret they rubbed me up the wrong way. Set o’ cunts. But my lot, they’re proper. We bonded.
I gave myself a good couple of weeks to tie up loose ends and sort things out with my apartment before I left, but that was done quicker than expected. I guess in my head I’ve been gone for over a week already, which has resulted in me becoming somewhat reclusive. It really doesn’t help that I’m rubbish with goodbyes – not that I think anyone is particularly good at them when leaving folk they care about – and I’ve met a handful of humans that I need in my life for the long haul…
Y’all better keep in touch!
Oh, one last thing, the photos in this post are from a surprise farewell party last night. I unfortunately didn’t get a snap of everyone – I swear Dave is like a rare Pokemon that’s nigh impossible to catch – but I’m glad I at least got to spend a bit of time with everyone before I left. So if you were there, then you know who you bloody are, and regardless of how unimpressed I’m sure I looked with the whole surprise thing, it meant a fucking lot.