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| Rathaus on New Year's Eve |
In lieu of ranting about everything that has been irritating challenging to me lately I've decided to move my inner dialogue in a more positive direction. I'm throwing myself back into school, working on my German, and making solid travel plans. I think. I mean it sounds like a good idea..
Christmas and New Years were wonderful and full of love, needless to say I am one lucky girl. However I've been left with that feeling of emptiness deep in the pit of my stomach as my visitors have left and are now once again thousands of miles away in America. To say that I'm not a bit bummed is a lie. I was super out of it at school, but glad to see that my colleagues certainly were as well. After the customary handshake and "Happy New Year" greeting nearly every teacher complained about how rough it was to wake up this morning. (However everyone was pretty jolly!) My apartment feels empty, and I don't really know what to do with myself. Lesson plans..
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| Pat and Photobomber in the Munich Bahnhof. |
A few very European things that have gotten to me in the past 48 hours aka when I'm lacking the Personal Teflon:
-Starring. It is acceptable to stare. Normally I love this. Please, dear stranger on the the subway, just stop looking at me.
-Having to push my way out of the U-Bahn (subway) against the people who are pushing to get it.
-Not queueing (Americans: waiting in line/forming lines). People just don't do it here. This makes getting on escalators, purchasing goods, the grocery store, buying tickets, etc a bit frustrating.
-Not making small talk, not smiling at a random person, not saying hello.
-Not being able to pet other peoples' dogs. The dog isn't even interested..
-The flatness of landscape on my commute to school. I'm a topography kinda girl.
Things I miss:
-My parents. My family. My dogs.
-My friends.
-Ithaca.
-Ithaca Bakery. CTB. California bagels.
-Papers about topics I'm ridiculously passionate about.
-Being nerdy about psych stuff.
-Viva Cantina.
-Gorges.
-My bike Layla.
-Working out.
-Driving.
-Couches.
I've reminded myself of why I'm here. My family history and the tremendous pull I feel to Austria. I love this place.
My goals. My dreams.
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| Hallstatt, Austria, as seen from our hotel room. |
I'm going to ride these waves of confusion (wait, where am I?) that I've met post amazingholidayvisitortimeamericansinaustriasotravelgermanygoodfoodgoodtimessomuchlove and dive into 2012.
Prost.
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| Augustiner Bierhall, Munich |
Much love from Austria,
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| Mom and I in Gmunden, Austria |
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