I don’t want to go back to Antioch, back to smoking weed every day, back to that under-stimulating mush of an environment.
I love my friends, but I wish they could have gotten out like I did. I am so afraid to go back home.
I’m lucky, I know I am, to have gotten this opportunity at a fresh lifestyle.
She is so sexy,
and I hate her
because she is perhaps everything that I want to be,
(opinionated, wild, strong, artistic, free, comfortable, successful, attractive)
but what is the use of complaining.
“Stop playing theater and wearing your mask; be authentic.”
I could use a fast cruise and some loud music today.
Austausch ist überhaupt nicht einfach, aber ich werde immer stärker von diesem Erlebnis sein.
Leila and Ryan flew back home today. Ryan, Richard, and I celebrated last night with a spirits, a bottle of merlot, cocktails, and a trip to the hookah lounge. After only an hour and a half’s sleep, we were up and active at 4:15 this morning, getting ready to drive to the München Airport.
I’m going to miss them, but like the Germans say: Auf wiedersehen, or “until we see each other again”
— Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat Pray Love
I usually don’t feel all that cocky, but I’m just putting it out there that I moved away from everything I knew to go live in a foreign country, to speak a foreign language, for a year. It’s really two different things, to go to a country for a few weeks and to go there for an extended period. Of course you can learn a great deal of things being a tourist, but I’m giving myself kudos right now because I can tell you what it’s like to be a Bavarian.
So I am packing today, will be moving to my second host family tomorrow in the afternoon.
I had just finished vacuuming and I was bringing the machine back downstairs to my host mom. While I was in the kitchen, I grabbed one more roll of toilet paper, considering there are only a few sheets left to the last roll in my bathroom.
The giving-up part: I told her, “Yeah, I thought I’d be able to make it the rest of my stay without having to grab anymore toilet paper, but it looks like I’m going to have to start just one more roll. I was so close!”
The motivational part: And she told me, “Don’t give up, who knows! Maybe you can make it on that centimeter of toilet paper you have left!”
*grabs roll of toilet paper* “Thanks, Mom.”
Am I going to have any plans when Ryan goes? I think I need to meet some more people.
And fuck the internet, I’m wasting to much time in here.