Chinese Invasion

#237: Wit's End

Excuse me, can I just complain?

I'm trying to study for my last two final exams - the two last things that stand in the way of pure freedom. The problem is, our apartment, over the past few critical days, has turned into Party Central. And not only does my flatmate have guests at our apartment multiple times during the day (and night), she also invites them to come in groups of 3 or more as if there was a volume discount to be had. Worse is that they all speak in a language I can't understand. People talking loudly and simultaneously while you're trying to study or trying to recover from sleep deprivation (because of all the studying) is annoying in and of itself. Have everything done in Chinese and I am feeling like kung-fu fighting.

As much sentimentality as I am able to muster about leaving Illinois and the whole Kellogg experience, I am not capable of feeling sad about leaving our dismal apartment. Goodbye smelly kitchen with dirty stoves, unwashed pans and half-eaten food/weird ingredients on the counters! Goodbye toilet that doesn't stay clean with strangely-colored stains and unwrapped used napkins in the bin for all the world to see! Goodbye wet bathroom floors caused by someone who seems to like jumping out of the shower in mid-shower and deliberately missing the absorbent floor mat!

Wont miss this for sure.

It was an interesting arrangement which tested my patience, challenged my self-control and brought out the little neat freak lodged inside of me. I am now more appreciative of Monica (my flatmate in Sydney) and very repentant of my previous apartment sins (less grave than these, I promise you, but probably as annoying to neat Monica as these were to me). I'd also like to say that I'm very happy that my future husband/lifetime roommate does not have to use sanitary napkins nor does he come from mainland China. I don't want to have to live like this ever again.