Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Life, it seems, is poetic. In tribute this will be a short post. Feeling very much like the subject of a year long poem, I find myself, on my very last night in Germany, feeling very much the same way I felt on my very first day in Germany: tired, confused and alone. My cohort Gary has driven already to Amsterdam, but I stayed behind to pack and say goodbye to one more family (who consequently are meeting me at 6:30 for a final get together). I have spent most of the day hastily packing and trying to convince myself that being lonely and sad aren’t bad things, and that they are simply a part of my experience here. I have to breath deep the air of Altes Lager one last time, and spend one final lonely night in my seemingly large apartment before I can fully say goodbye to my one year home. My thoughts rage from the children I taught and the teachers I worked with and, like waves, crush any stray happy thoughts, drowning out the sliver lining until I can fully appreciate it. It all reminds me of a life lesson I have picked up this year, sometimes people hold things back from us, not because they don’t wish to help us, but rather because they sense, somehow, that we are unready to truly enjoy that which they are holding back. Will I ever learn German? Perhaps not according to some standards, but for most of you, I already know German, 500 times better than you at the very least. That’s all I got. Tune in next adventure. Oh, and dear reader: Auf Wiedersehen.