Hello family and friends,
I am writing to convey my utmost excitement. I have one week left here to gather my clothes, pack my luggage, find my brain, battle my thoughts, and things. I have pre-packed. To some of you that may seem like too much. But with my mental preparedness being at an all-time low, my physical preparing has helped me figure some things out. Deciding between scarves, for instance, may seem like a simple task to you. I, however, have inherited some of Mom’s scarves. Scarves that cannot be left behind. They have memories and warmth to protect me and deciding between them is kind of like doing mental warm-ups. I practice my German while doing this. What is this item called? Eine Flasche. Meine Hose. Wo sind meine Schuhe?
This week, Dad had two days off and we spent the days getting things together. Time flies when you’re having fun. As much as I’m excited to go, I have difficulty leaving him. We’ve endured so much together and now (although an opportunity I am so grateful to have finally) we will spend a year apart. I wouldn’t change my plans because everybody gets cold feet. Mine are toasted because my lifeguard job just ended and my feet are burned to hell. No going back now!
Next week, I will say goodbye to Dad at the Charlotte Douglas Airport on September 11th and I’ll be flying to Frankfurt, getting on a train on September 12th and riding to Trier where I will meet my friends, Colin and Frank. Colin is a friend from App. We took German together and we became fast friends. Frank was our teacher. He studies in Trier and was student teaching in America for one semester. As our teacher, we naturally had to hang out with him a couple times. So we became friends, too.
I am visiting friends in Boone this weekend for one last hurrah, I have said my goodbyes, I have pre-packed. What’s left to do? Now it’s time to sit back and watch Battlestar Galactica to numb my mind until my life is brought to me. Germany, I’ve been waiting for you. Here I come.