Achy.

So far this week has already had too many tears. 

 

Tonight I said goodbye to one of my closest friends here in China; and I really didn’t want to.  I cried all the way home.  I knew it was coming, we had a good-bye party for him yesterday where I hugged him a  million times and wondered why I was the only North American in the room and suddenly felt intensely jealous that I wasn’t European and that I couldn’t just hop on a train and go and visit the friends I’ve made this year.  I hate good-byes.  You know when you just meet those people and you just ‘click’; that is me and Gilles, and everyone knows it.  I talk about Gilles and can say no wrong…and I hear he does the same about me.  When he leaves to travel, I tell him I hate him and he should be safe and come back soon…and he always did.  But this time, this time it’s good bye for serious.  No more coming back soon.  He said I can come to Belgium and he’ll make me waffles with Belgian chocolate on top; I said okay.  Sounds perfect.  I’ll miss him a lot. 

To make matters worse; yesterday I went to the bank and took out my weeks worth of money and headed to Metro (kinda like Cosco..) with Gilles, Maeve and Bobo; when I went to pay for my things my wallet wasn’t where it usually was…in fact it was there I noticed there was a giant slash in the side of my purse.  Someone knifed my bag and stole my wallet while on the bus.  I don’t even know how or when it happened…because I always pay careful attention to my bag and put my wallet a separate pocket closest to my body because I figured it’d be nearly impossible for someone to steal my wallet…turns out some people have mad purse slicing, wallet snatching skills.  Not only did they get a big chunk of money, but I also happened to have my CIBC bank card and my emergency credit card in my wallet…so now that I have the emergency of not having a penny to my name…I don’t even have my emergency card to take out money. The bank then froze my account  and won’t let me access any money for 7 days…did I mention I didn’t have a penny to my name?  How can they expect me to live for 7 days with no money…they told me there’s no other option, I’d just have to figure something out.  Then there’s the fact that I need to send things home; which costs money, which wouldn’t have been a problem if a.) i didn’t get almost ￥600 stolen, or b.) I still had my Canadian bank or credit card.  The thing is I did, and I don’t. I’m screwed. 

On top of all of that; my body hurts bad.  My feet are acting up, my back was so sore today I cried and I just hurt all over.  My body is aching, my heart is aching, and I’m poor.  Awesome possum.