Leave, chuck, chaila, gaan weg, go away. Go on holiday.
I spoke to Mr Gold Rimmed Glasses (I've become rather fond of him) about the future (his and mine, it was a good and helpful discussion for both of us)and I really recommended to him he go on holiday and enjoy his life with his family. He recommended that I get married soon. If I understood him correctly it's been 7 years since he went on holiday. It sounds like his wife and kids sometimes go on trips, but he always stays behind and works.
I hope my school are not going to try to squirrel money out of me for my apartment. There is some damage to the bathroom door (which is how I found it) and the washing machine's lid has broken off (ditto). They never provided me with a telephone (well they did, but it didn't work) or a clothes drying rack, so I hope once I leave they aren't going to bicker about the above, but just get on with their side of the bargain, which is making two cash injections into my account on the day we agreed upon. Is that too much to hope for?
Fortunately Corneli will still be in Korea to make sure what needs to happen will happen as agreed. I'll cross those bridges when I come to them.
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