The topic for Today's Moody Monday
It's a word I can really relate to right now, so I snapped a few pictures on my way to work.
A lost sock..
Sometimes you can see
the thing you're searching for, but you just can't reach it. It's lost to you, which is even more painful than when it's completely out of your sight.
This is how I feel sometimes as an American in Germany. Lost and out of place.
It's already March 20th. We have only two weeks
left in our flat...
Every time the phone rings, I'm always hoping and praying it's the American Embassy concerning Eric's Green Card.
It never is.
I'm trying not to let despair set in and I'm struggling to keep the right perspective. If his Green card doesn't arrive in the next 2 weeks, we'll figure something out.
This morning I woke up early, and I felt this sadness. I'm going to miss this flat. It's the little things I'm going to miss though...
The view of the neighbors windows from our livingroom. There's an old lady that lives there and she always looks so happy.
Stepping into the bathroom in the morning to join Eric in the shower.
The frames on the walls, the ones chosen by Eric..
And the ones chosen by me...
The trinkets in our house and the stories behind them... Every time I look at certain statues or figurines it brings back a memory.
That's my Great Grandmother
. it's the oldest surviving picture, My Grandmother gave it to me for safe-keeping last year.
I'm going to miss the way the light hits Eric's drum that's always sitting next to the Record collection. He's had that drum for as long as I've known him. (Usually after a few drinks he pulls it out and starts banging on it.)
Pulling that cork out of the Coffee jar and smelling the aroma. Making fresh coffee in our crappy little machine from the 1970's.
Having our traditional German breakfast every morning, the fresh breadrolls and the cheese. Cheese that will cost 10 times as much in America
. So I'll have to return to Kraft yellow single slices.
I'll even miss the feeling of complete dread
that fills us every time we walk down the building staircase and view that.
* - I could get in trouble for posting that)
Our "friendly" neighbor. (It's a common last name here. If you're bored, look up the German Definition for the word "Streit", It fits). Although we had a lot of problems when I first came to Germany. (Read here
for the story behind this scary doorbell)... Things got better after the intitial year and I grew to love it here.
That's the front door of the apartment building, that leads out onto the street. We'll be handing over the keys and turning that knob for the final time on March 3rd.
But change is essential, and it'll be a new beginning. I'll be with my family again.
Saturday night we went to meet some friends at a nightclub called the MOVIE
, it was free entry before 10. I met another American
! It's strange. For 3 and a half years, I couldn't find any other Americans. All of a sudden they all emerge from the woodwork
only weeks before I'm leaving. This time it was a 32 year old Katie Holmes look-alike from Kentucky and her British pal. They were so much fun. They insisted on buying us a round of drinks and we sat together talking all night long.
We all staggered home at 5 A.M. laughing. Sunday was just a lot of packing, cleaning and the usual amount of worrying. Nothing worth mentioning.
It's pretty late. I better log off. Speaking of "Lost", A friend just lent us 15 episodes of Season 2. We might curl up on the sofa and watch an episode before we crash. (Michelle, Im catching up with you!)