My Feelings about Germany
I guess my recent posts have been reflecting a kind of depressed demeanor, which is not, entirely, true. Of course sometimes I'm scared to do this live-in-a-foreign-country thing all over again, and, probably moreso, scared of the big committment, but actually, these feelings are filtered with feelings of great enthusiasm about the whole thing.I mean, come on: I get to live in EUROPE! Always wanted to go there, never expected I'd get to live there!
I'm excited to be a tourist every day again; to see century-old churches, and squares; to walk on cobbles laid by ancient Romans or whoevertheshit; to buy produce in markets that have been on the same ground since produce was invented; to never be in a place that no one has been before; to discover the roots of North American, and of my own heritage. This is exciting!
What's more, I'm superexcited to live with a boy! Unlike many of my furiouslycourting friends, I have postponed co-habitation until the almost-spinster age of 27. I hope this will not leave me too firm in my ways. I can't wait to choose furniture and kitchen stuffs and decor with a boy! I'm exceedingly excited to have someone to take care of me, and that I can take care of. I guess this is a sign, of the proverbial sense...
tick tock, tick tock
I hope you will never regreat this big step in your life! I will do whatever I can to make it as smooth as possible!
Lova ya, Tiggy