I have nothing left to prove

Tomorrow is the exam that counts. We shall see if I earn my certificate or not. Though I do not know why I should worry, since my degree is done, and I am not really a student any longer. God, that is depressing. I think maybe I will just go to classes for the hell of it. So I don't feel so old.

Yesterday I bought a plane ticket from Prague to Frankfurt for Sunday. On Monday I am flying back to Texas. I can't think of much to say about it. There are things I adore here. The land is beautiful, breath-taking, so fraught with time and history and memory. The cathedral here is several centuries old. The building I live in was built by the Communists. There are cobblestone streets. Mozart lived here once. There are white butterflies, and flowers. The beer is good, and cheap.

I am lonely though. Much as that might once have seemed an admission of weakness, of my general unfitness to be, I cna accept that it is only human and real. I miss the people who know me. Strange to think that they have not known me for a long period of my life, but for a significant piece of it. I met Gene and Melynda around the same time, I think. Of all the people I met two years ago, I did not think that they would be the ones I would come to care for so much.

I miss my friends. I miss my family also. I can not help but worry about them. I miss my cats, my bed. Little things, that I suppose I would grow away from in time.

Thinking about this a lot over the past week. I could be really happy here. I could also be profoundly miserable, especially come winter. However much I want to be here, I do not want to be here alone. Which means, I suppose, that I am going to have talk Melynda into learning some Czech...

In the meantime, I am going back to Texas.

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Today I wore my cowboy hat to class. Thank you Melynda. Poor Magaly with her busted knee was quite taken with the hat. She is the ideal image of a young French girl in my mind, with soft wavy hair and brown eyes, long legs and tennis shoes, shirts with collars and a lovely smile. I want to take her home with me.

Everytime I get on a tram lately, I find myself helping a woman lower her baby carriage off. Someone made fun of me for it, saying it showed how American I was, always getting involved with other people. How is that American, really? It should common courtesy, like giving up a seat to an older person. Bah.

I wrote a mini fairy tale to go with a cartoon we recieved in class. Perhaps I will post it later. Because everywhere I go, that damn play haunts me still.

oh miss natalie

Gaston, the sea lion who escaped from the Prague zoo during the flood and was caught near Dresden on Monday, died during his transfer to Prague earlier this morning. Gaston died after several hours of the trip. The cause of death could be shock, exhaustion or internal injuries, Prague zoo director Petr Fejk said.