Soapbox Diaries, Vol. 1: I WANT MY OWN ROOM!

*Warning: This blog contains a bad attitude and negative thoughts but in no way is a reflection of my overall opinion of my trip.

Dear Soapbox,
The whole “sharing a room with 7 others is a great way to meet people” is starting to lose its charm. It’s 6:45am and I’ve given up on trying sleeping anymore. The girl above me has been hacking for the last 30 minutes. The part of me that feels bad for her because she is sick is trumped by the part of me that thinks she is being rude by not leaving the room to cough. Or covering her mouth. Or going to the bathroom to cough up whatever it is blocking her wind pipe. She has woken up the entire room and as I sit here typing this blog I see other people from our room coming into the TV room to escape it. I could almost feel the germs floating down from her bunk above me onto mine. Even my ear plugs couldn’t block out the “productive” coughing.

Speaking of other people in my room. To the guy who packed everything in plastic bags: if you pack your bag the night before you leave then you don’t have to wake everyone up as you crinkle your little bags.

Last night was the straw that broke the camel’s back. These 2 other girls in my room had suitcases larger than them and they left them in the middle of the room, so when I got up in the middle of the night I ran into them on the way to the bathroom. Really? Come on now, use common sense. Good thing there wasn’t a fire because those were definitely a hazard.

The shelf-life of my patience for hostels must be 3 months. Needless to say, I’m looking forward to having my own room again.

XOXO,
Katy

Coming soon: Soapbox Diaries, Vol. 2: I WANT MY CAR aka Tired of Walking Everywhere