Heading back home–I had a break between lessons–I stopped at the shop across the street where I’ve done all my shopping for seven years to buy coffee. I picked up the big half-kilo package from habit and headed to the cashier.

“When will you be leaving?” she asked as she rung up my puchases.

“About two weeks. A little less,” I replied. “But Kinga and I will be moving out of the apartment this Thursday,” I continued.

So what are you buying this huge coffee for, you dolt, I thought.

Indeed, I should have saved money — a few groszy (Polish cents, really), but money is money — and bought the smaller coffee.

The weird things one has to take into consideration when moving…