Some days stretch longer than they should.
Warsaw
We went to Warsaw on a school trip.
First was the PRL Museum. I didn’t expect much, but our guide was incredibly kind — the type of person who speaks slowly, carefully, like he actually wants you to understand, not just listen. Then he told us about his struggles, addictions when he was our age. I almost cried. Almost. I couldn’t, really. I was too dulled by anti-anxiety meds that flatten everything into something manageable but distant. Still, I appreciated him more than I could show.
After that, we went to the Polytechnic.(?) That's how Google translated the word.. Something else had been planned, but it fell through, so because our school is very railway-focused, we ended up there instead. I was simply bored. Still, compared to other students I've stayed respectful to the staff and listened to everything they said (even when I did not understand most of the things)
Then came free time. We went to a mall to eat and exist for a while. I grabbed something quick, finished some Christmas shopping (gifts, cooking ingredients my mom asked me for) and let myself buy one small thing just for me - a Sanrio blind box. I have terrible luck with these things. I got Kiki from Little Twin Stars, which was the one I wanted the least. Still, he’s cute.
The ice rink was what I’d been waiting for.
Strangely, a few people asked me to help them learn how to skate. I don’t know why they approached me, but I was glad they did. After that, I spent the rest of the hour skating in circles, headphones on, Blackbraid and Drudkh playing loudly in my ears. Cold air, movement, repetition - the good kind of emptiness.
Then someone from our school got hurt. Badly. He cut his leg with his skate. Our hour ended, and instead of going home, we went to the hospital. We waited a long time. By the time we left, it was late enough that everyone was exhausted. He ended up sitting next to me on the bus. I wasn’t thrilled, but I was one of the few people sitting alone, so there wasn’t much choice.
We got home past midnight.
When I finally reached my house, there was a Blackbraid package waiting in my mailbox - a pin and a CD I’d ordered a month ago and half-forgotten about. It felt strangely poetic to end the day like that. After everything, something I’d wanted was finally there.
I went to sleep tired and sore. But satisfied
— E.
Ps. I might start uploading pictures to these blog posts..