Months ago, I was told that I would get a room to myself when I moved into the school in Pikermi. A week before I left, I was told: actually, maybe not. I tried to prepare myself for 24/7 socialization. I’ve gone 27 years with my own room, and maybe it was time I learned to share my space? I’m an introvert, but surely it would, like, be helpful to have a roommate in a new country? A guaranteed friend? That is, if she and I would even be compatible. The whole flight over to Athens, I reassured myself that rooming with someone would not be the end of the world.
PSYCH, it turns out I DO have a room to myself! Hallelujah, I can be honest: no way could I stand to have someone always around. No way could I come back from a draining day of language learning or counseling or teaching and say Hello and make Small Talk, ugh. When I’m stressed, I need, at minimum, five hours to myself. Hahaha, I wish I were joking, but on Tuesday I spent eight hours alone in my room recovering from five hours of desperately trying to listen to Greek conversation.
So I’m rooming alone, but in a dorm building, so my new friends Olga and Natasha are just a few dozen feet away. Lunch is communal, so I’m always meeting new people there. I’m socializing – I just have an escape route. And a cute little cozy one, too! Here, let me give you a tour. Continue reading