Countdown to Poland

Life is strange, isn't it... when you think that everything, but absolutely EVERYTHING is going downhill and you see no way out of the miserable situation that you are in, suddenly something happens.

Everything started when Ronaldo and Scott arrived from San Fran and spent a day in London before going to Paris for the holiday. I was off and man was I happy to see that guy again... We hit All Bar One and had our first pint together in London and our first BEER together for God knows how long! The boys went to their Crap n' Nap in Elephant and Castle and I went to Hamley's to buy Paula's Xmas present. We met again at AB1 and did a little drinking. Justyna joined us afterwards and we decided to go to the Polish party. Man... Long story short: we all got drunk, I kissed a guy and Ronaldo puked all over Trafalgar Square and missed his Eurostar train to Paris. They had to buy another ticket... in POUNDS...

Christmas Eve. We worked until 5pm and I decided to go to Juli's house to spend the night with my friends. Me, Adri, Juli, Leti, Leti's sister, Pri and Chris - the German girl. I was tired, carrying a lot weight (both in and out of body) and got there wanting a cigarette and my combo nbr 2. We were listening to some music, talking, waiting for the food and trying to have a little fun. I was ok. A little down for not being able to go to Paris, but ok. I got a call from Junior directly from Krakow. 'How sweet', I thought, calling on Xmas Eve. We started talking - it was so good to hear his voice - and then he drops the bomb: Do you want to come to Poland and be an English teacher?
What? Man, I was speechless but said YEAH!! YEAH!!!
I am scared of leaving London, you know? I don't like this city, I hate my job and there's nothing else for me here than waiting until October, pack my bags and go to who knows where - probably Brazil... but at the same time I got used to living here, I speak the language and found a couple of places I enjoy spending time in... Well, let's face it, I'm fucking scared of not understanding anything, becoming one of the hundres of Brazilians who get here to London without saying a single word. On the other hand, why would I still live here, just waiting for the day to come back to Brazil or trying to gather as much money as possible to pay another school and stay for one more year? I'm actually working for the school, not for myself, you know?
I made up my mind: it would be a YEAH for sure.
But then there was a second problem: telling Asia I was leaving. I took me two weeks to tell her and I don't think she was expecting this at all... I gave her my month's notice on the 3rd and February 2nd will be my last day. Actually, the 1st, because I've asked for Friday 2nd "off". I want to have my leaving party at Corks - it couldn't be different, since it's POLISH PARTY on Thursday.

I can't wait to leave that fucking place, I'm tired of cleaning everyday, serving customers, having a row with many of them, putting up with Selfridge's staff, saying 'eat in or take away'... I'll miss the people, though, the people that work with me. I've been working there for more than a year and got to meet fantastic people: from Cauldinha to Fernanda, from Rafal (even though with a rough beginning) to Seweryn, from Justy to Asia, from Peter to Grzegorz. It's been a great experience but it's definitely time to leave, in terms of London I mean.
I can always come back. I'll be a couple of hours flight from here. I'll be closer to Germany and Czech Republic, I'll be going to Italy in the summer with Ronaldo (hopefully), I can visit Peter in Hungary later this year.

I'll be missing the things I haven't done, though...