This morning I wrote about yesterday’s snafu with my oven, my memory and few extra bus rides. The story had a happy enough ending. My oven was in fact off, I made it to work a little late but no worse for the wear but luckily I still had time for a coffee before class. So this morning I jotted out the blog post.
I figured that was that.
I double checked my appliances. Oven off. Coffee pot off. Hair dyer off. Straight Iron off. Lights off. Then I headed out all confident that I was going to have a great day.
Two notes to self
I cut through Mladost, in front of the Billa, past a bank and a furniture store to the corner of Malinov. That’s when I realized: Ah-ga, no passport.
I don’t have my passport and I need it.
Home-again-home-again-jigity-jig.
Passport in hand I headed back through Mladost and to school. All the way I promised myself this: drink more coffee and mornings will get easier. Or maybe at the very least they will become more routine.
After school I headed downtown to the visit the passport office on Maria Louisa. Really the start of a new school year wouldn’t be complete without a trip to the passport office. The lines? Pretty long. Luckily the registrar at our school doesn’t believe in standing in them.
That gave me plenty of time to write a new reminder for my door (and to write this post).
The newest reminder is important because tomorrow after school I am flying to Stuttgart for a four day weekend. Yep. That’s two four day weekends in the month of September for anyone who is counting.
I accidentally stumbled upon your blog and find it utterly fascinating. I am actually a Bulgarian who moved to the DC area when i was 12 (12 years ago, hard to believe!) So i experienced the reverse
I miss Bulgaria daily since i haven’t been back in 7 years (school, work, family…). Reading about your detailed encounters with Sofia and Bulgarian culture and buildings and looking at the pictures…well, lets just say your blog quenches this amazing thirst in me to be back home. I hope to go back maybe next summer, although i don’t have many friends left there (facebook has made it a bit easier to reconnect). Either way, i am on page 77, loving every word i read 
Oh P.S. I used to live in Mladost 1!
Heyy, realy you are flying to Stuttgart!
I am in Tübingen now,if you decide to come and visit it is something like 30 km away from Stuttgart, I will be extremely happy to drink coffee with you!
The world is so small indeed:)
September is the month for fightings, coups, occupations, “revolutions”, independency, compounds in BG history. And time for starting the school year.
Because summer is over