From Bananas to...

We bought some bananas last week. We hadn't bought any in a while... they just sit there and go bad. Back home, when my mom would surprise me with 2 or 3 bananas, I would eat them at once, leaving just one, so that the "pleasure" could last longer. I don't like bananas anymore... I can eat one whenever I feel like it.
Tomatoes have no taste, it feels just like eating air. There are the cherry tomatoes, it's true, a shy remembrance of the ones from my grandmother's small garden.
I'm reading a book; it feels so great to be getting back to my reading... but my eyes hurt! Yeah, I'm talking about an e-book. Hey, it's great to have this posibility, I'm very grateful to the person who offered me this "gift"... and yet, my eyes hurt.
I need to do a research paper for one of my classes. Once again, we're not allowed to use any printed materials, all our documentation has to be taken off the internet. God, how I hated all those hours I had to spent in the library, reading tens of pages of dusty books and writing my papers by hand!* It doesn't matter that I felt I learnt more that way, the method is no longer used, so it must've been bad.
I don't know who my neighbours are. I sometimes run into people I've seen before, so I throw a "bonjour, ça va bien?" and keep on walking... I wouldn't want that person to think that I actually care what their answer is or make them feel uncomfortable.
I have 4 buddies at school. I don't know the names of my other colleagues (except for 2 or 3 with whom I had classes before). Maybe I'll get to learn a few more by the end of the semester.
I met a Romanian girl yesterday; our talk consisted of questions such as "how long have you been here for?", "where do you live?" (translated, that means "do you own a house?"), "what program are you in?" and the eternal "see you around".
People around me say that I'm lucky to be speaking four languages (hardly, mind you!). I suppose that things such as the fact that I'll always have an accent, that this is what I've been concentrating on for the last 15 years or that it's always going to be more difficult for me to get a job than for someone who "only" speaks two languages, but was born here, are not important. The main point is that I'm lucky!
So what? The sun is still shining (although it looks like it's going to rain, but I don't mind that, since I've actually become fond of the clouds' tiny love letters), I still love cherries, I still have a favourite blouse and a pair of shoes that I'll wear either until they don't fit anymore or until I can stick my fingers through them, I still prefer old photo albums to "MyPhotos", I can still enjoy the smell of flowers, I still love to smile and, most importantly, I have micul.

*Note the sarcasm.