One year ago...

...at almost precisely this time I was nervously tapping on the large floor of the Prague airport while the snowstorm that had been raging outside for quite a few hours (and due to which the airport had been closed since the early morning) was slowly calming down. I was locked behind the passport control although my flight hadn't been called yet. My hyperactive boyfriend reassured me that it was my flight they'd been calling and I fully trusted him so I went. And from that point I was not to see him until Easter... I remember buying a packet of cigarettes and a sandwich and sitting in a lounge, smoking and watching people, apprehensively waiting if I come to Ireland after all. Eventually, at 1 a.m., I did. I came to the airport hotel, being the only guest (apart from the cabin crew) so latcoming so late.
Well, I found myself a bit afraid of all the things that were just about to come... I watched Murders in Midsommer til 2.30 AM and tried to have at least a short nap. When I woke... (makes me think about a song by Simon & Garfunkel 'And when I woke/ I felt you warm and near...' – yet there was nobody but me in the huge bed), I looked out of the window and found out that there was no snow in Ireland (whatsoever?), only furious wind, which came as no surprise to me as I had expected this country to be just like that. I treated myself to a nice cup of coffee and a double-chocolate muffin (which was huge, too) and got back to the airport to catch the plane to Galway. And that was the very beginning of the last year.
Since the time all this happened, things have change quite a bit.
First of all, exactly one year ago, there was snowstorm in Prague and the temperature below zero. One year later, I could walk outside wearing a T-shirt and sunglasses, being afraid of getting sunburnt. Regardless of weather, my life is different in some ways, too. Asked about the place I live, I mostly say 'Prague'. However, I still have a room in Brno and one (that I've had for years) in V.K.. Asked about an occupation, I fill in 'a teacher', though I'm still a student. Or should I rather say 'I'm a student again'? I've moved my attention from Norwegian slightly towards Czech and 've finished my first term of Master studies. Nevertheless, there's one thing that hasn't changed a lot – the school want me to pay the same (well, to be honest, even higher) amount of money for being a student as they used to do when I was a Bachelor student.
And the other changes? A bit private place, you know...