A glimpse of the past year

August 27, 2007

Dad just gave me this journal as a sort of going-away present. Ironic, considering that earlier today, I found one of his journals from when he was in the Navy, London and some entires from when he lived at the Dust Palace. He was quite the heart-breaker. Poems about drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes on Sunday afternoons, sharing bottles of cheap wine and making love. Wishing he could be bohemian...too bad he lived in Salem.

I'm packed and ready and somewhat more prepared to embark on what will unedoubtedly be an incredible adventure. I just don't really want to leave, but I feel like once I get there a lot of the anxiety and stress will be lifted.

After coming home from camp, I've realized how much I depend on my friends and how much they depend on me. Jenny hugs me every chance she gets and tells me how much she's missed me and she is going to miss me when I leave. I'm going to miss the hell out of her too. And Brett and Reid and Leslie and the house on 113 Bruffey and the coffee shop and getting high and playing guitar with Brett and dance parties and...America...I'm most worried about living in a city, which I've always wanted to do but...a German city? At least there will be people there that I know. I'm sure Tim will be thrilled to have me there.

I wonder what the apartment on Landwehrstr. will be like. I hope my roommates like me. I'm glad there will be a girl there. I hope she's like Jenny. I hope that she likes to cuddle.

August 31, 2007

I'm on the plane...ahhhh!!! This is crazy. I hope I can get to sleep. I'm pretty excited. Like Reid said, reality will set in...It's actually happening. America is already a memory. The captain is speaking German...I don't know what he's saying...Awesome!!
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In Munich, about 12:00, which means the sun is just coming up in VA. I met Tim at the airport after some frantic wandering and futile dialing. We're at the train station now, he's buying a ticket or something. It's really exciting being back. It's not so overwhelming since I've been here before. Tim said that Luke, my roommate was looking forward to having another bloke in the apt. Apparantly he and Ilana don't get along. I don't know how much help I'll be in settling things between them. Meeting new guys makes me nervous. It took me so long to warm up to the male staff at camp. I am what I am though.

The station here is pretty kick-ass! I like riding trains.

I found Jenny's note in my suitcase that she had mentioned. You can never tell who in your life you will help more than any other person could just by being yourself.


Monday September 3, 2007

I've just spent the night in my new apartment. I'm sitting on the window sill looking down on Landwehrstr. as the usual city actvities occur: construction, commuters, a guy walking home with bread and juice. I like it here. Luke took me out to the Englischergartens and met the group that he plays frisbee with every Sunday. Interesting group. Some Americans, well mostly American I guess. Then we went to a pub downtown (Schwabinger Seben). Very cool. Candlelight and excellent music. Anyway, Bea who is a French/Irish girl was apparantly much more drunk than she had let on. We left, they got some food and as we were riding the escalator out of the train station, she fell down! I've never seen anyone fall down an escalator before.