It was bound to happen. The metro is growing. There's been a large hole by the Billa for months. But I never actually considered the road that I used everyday to get to school would close due to construction. Until Monday morning when there was more fencing up than ever before. Then Monday after school the road was closed.

[caption id="attachment_3423" align="alignleft" width="500" caption="The Fence around the Metro "]<a href="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/dsc01969.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-3423" title="The Fence around the Metro " src="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/dsc01969.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /></a>[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_3424" align="alignleft" width="500" caption="The Hole through the Fence (N. This one is for you! This was the only place I could get my camera in through the green so it&#039;s not very nice. )"]<a href="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/dsc01968.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-3424" title="The Hole through the Fence " src="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/dsc01968.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /></a>[/caption]

Humpf. My shortcut was gone. I had to walk back out to the main road and take a longer route home. I am a creature of habit. I don't like surprises or changes like this. Irrational and unreasonable? <em>Oh yes</em>.

But at least I know this about myself.

Anyhow, these things happen. There are two giant holes down the street from me that at some point will be a metro. Maybe the road closure is progress. Maybe it's just annoying.

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So Tuesday morning, I left for school early. I don't know how long it will take me on my new route (minus my short cut). Luckily it doesn't seem to be that much longer maybe just a few minutes.

But back to the point, My routine was thrown off--so I was prepared to be grumpy. I was prepared for a much longer walk. I was prepared for the worst. (And I am normally a pretty happy-cheerful person.) Then I looked around me.

[caption id="attachment_3419" align="alignleft" width="500" caption="Morning in Mladost"]<a href="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/dsc01964.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-3419" title="Morning in Mladost" src="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/dsc01964.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /></a>[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_3420" align="alignleft" width="500" caption="Mladost Morning "]<a href="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/dsc01965.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-3420" title="Mladost Morning " src="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/dsc01965.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="375" /></a>[/caption]

Mladost didn't look so bad.

Maybe this wasn't the worst thing that could have happened to me.

And that's when I also realized: at some point in the future I am going to have the metro down the street from me! (Rather than the current one which is also just down the street from me. The difference? This new one will be closer.)

I hope this single thought will carry me through the winter especially when I can no longer take my short cut. I also hope that they'll be quick about things. But that seems unlikely.

(Oh and it's pouring rain right now as I re-read and edit this post. <em>Of course</em>. Good-bye summer.)