put on a fashionable top from forever 21 that i got from my foreign friend. i was happy to recieve it as a gift, cause i would never buy a cropped, 3/4 sleeved top. and we dont even have forever 21 here, where we live.
paired it up with a nice pair of undamaged black tights and my beloved slippers/espadrilles.
with two bags, as usual, i began my journey downtown. it was 1 o clock. i work at 6.
being in a fight with my soulmate, i didnt know what to do at home, so i figured i will spent my day outside, roaming the streets of a town i saw as ours.
being all stressed out, i wanted to go walking for 10 km, so i dont have to pay for the bus ticket.
dad in the parking lot asked me if i wanted him to drive me to the main road. at first i declined, but then i remembered i need to work on my feet afterwards and that a couple km saved would do me good.
started walking on the main road...beautiful flowers everywhere..yellow meadows, pink patches...surrounded by the beautiful blue sea, and green mountains of the next village i came to.
but wait, i know those two guys, having beers in the sunshine. oh yeah, fishermans village tattoo artists and friends of ours.
completely aware of how the top fits my figure, especially since there is also a thong under my tights, i understand the look and the greetings i got from them, so i stayed there for a couple minutes chatting about tattoos and the football game that is on today.
those couple of minutes passed and i saw the bus coming. my legs, i remembered. so i took off and got inside for free. the bus is packed with highschool kids giving me judgemental looks produced by their frustration from going to school on such a wonderful day. ironically i look really young, noone would ever give me 26, so i seemed like a schoolgirl but noone knows which school im going to. looking outside and admiring the place on eath i was born into, all of a sudden i see the mailman driving his bike uphill through the park grass, and im like..what?? this guy is awesome, hahaha!! i laughed with myself and was proud of the man.
im in opatija, finally. heading to the bank with myhair down, sun pounding on it. i see some oldschool tattooes on a guy and stare for a couple seconds only to realize the guy next to him is our pot dealer and the tatooed guy anot is another one of those. they are considered to be competition usually, but now they are casually chatting in front of the bank. my heart aches a bit cause they dont say hy back. they are his friends, and im not a very lovable charachter to them. or maybe they just didnt recognize me...im usally not the hot chick.
entering the bank i also entered another weird, testosterone driven scene. three boys from lovran, gigling and being themselves. welcomed me with wide eyes looking me up and down and i accepted the unsaid compliments, with a smile full of teeth. they are here to solve some debts, im here to make a buspass.
after spending 15 mins in the bank, happy that i will no longer pay for public transport, i head to the medical centre to make a systematic check-up for work. entering the waiting room not only do i see that there is around 10 people in front of me, but that one of them is a boy i kissed last year. immediate sadness washes me through. my life was a mess for years, and i practically ruined 50 or more pecent of all places, crowds, people and situations for myself.
oh well, nothing to do but sit and wait. was getting kinda hungry and nervous, but eventually it was my turn. everything went well, i was healthy and got kind words from the woman doctor there. when i got out i was already so hungry that the rice i brought from home wasnt gonna cut it, so i went to get a piece of pizza. unfortunately, before that i called to check on him and we got into another ego-driven fight about what is going on between us. my stomach shrunk, but i knew i had to eat if i want to work normally afterwards. the clock was ticking, but i sat behind the church crying cause i didnt know what will happen with us, and how am i gonna get through it.
i remembered my dream from last night...
my hotel was a circus on the egde of a giant farm, and i was making out with one of his best friends on his bed. we just kissed and cuddled, no sex involved, but i was horny and confused.in the dream my soulmate and i werent together anymore. it was like a dream-vision from the future, telling me that i cannot even imagine all that could happen. its hurtful. i want him. i dont want anyone else. its hard. just thinking about it makes me cry.
had to go get coffee, to wake me up from my depression. he sends a text saying, thank you, i love you.
got me through the day.
my work is amazing. Franz Joseph made the hotel in 1885. noone changed it since. it reminds me so much of the Grand Budapest Hotel. the quirky charecters, the old ruins, the easiness of it all...
dinner was 77 people. we were done early. the bus stop dwelling was hard on my heart.
but i cant force anything. so i went home, fell asleep, and was glad that tommorow is my day off.
my free day.
