Missing Germany and Friends...
Feb. 28th, 2008 03:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
prosodicLast week, I got an email from Andrea telling me that she had lunch with Ruth and Christine, and that I was missed.
That almost made me cry.
Today, I got an email from Ruth telling me about lunch at Cafe Madrid with Andrea, Christine and Dawn (a woman from my former book club). This email struck my funny bone, and I ended up having a nice long laugh. She certainly has a way with words.
I needed that.
I realize that I've been living here now for nearly 3 months, but honestly, it doesn't feel like it's been that long. In many ways, it seems like almost yesterday that I left Germany. I still read the blogs of some of my friends there, and their travels - even their daily jaunts around the local area - fill me with such wistfulness.
I mean, I *knew* while I was there that I was living this incredible experience, but it never quite hit me until I came back here how truly amazing it was. I know I complained about it a lot at the end...there was a lot about it that was difficult and trying. But there isn't anything about my life right now that isn't difficult and trying too, but in completely different ways.
Keeping myself busy lets me focus on my life right now. It's times like this, when I'm not doing much, that I reflect back on the last chapter of my life. And I feel melancholy for what I'm missing, and not looking forward to what is to come.
That almost made me cry.
Today, I got an email from Ruth telling me about lunch at Cafe Madrid with Andrea, Christine and Dawn (a woman from my former book club). This email struck my funny bone, and I ended up having a nice long laugh. She certainly has a way with words.
I needed that.
I realize that I've been living here now for nearly 3 months, but honestly, it doesn't feel like it's been that long. In many ways, it seems like almost yesterday that I left Germany. I still read the blogs of some of my friends there, and their travels - even their daily jaunts around the local area - fill me with such wistfulness.
I mean, I *knew* while I was there that I was living this incredible experience, but it never quite hit me until I came back here how truly amazing it was. I know I complained about it a lot at the end...there was a lot about it that was difficult and trying. But there isn't anything about my life right now that isn't difficult and trying too, but in completely different ways.
Keeping myself busy lets me focus on my life right now. It's times like this, when I'm not doing much, that I reflect back on the last chapter of my life. And I feel melancholy for what I'm missing, and not looking forward to what is to come.