I arrived in Berlin at 10:10, 30 minutes behind schedule ... but that's ok, I made it! My hair smells like airplane. I took a taxi to my ... host family? (I'm not really sure what to call her.) the lady I live with. Her name is Barbara, let's call her that! I got here at about 11:00 ish. She's not here though ... she's on vacation, so her son let me in and showed me around. This is my room. CUTE!!
I forgot how much I really love it here. Granted I was on a different side of the country last time, but still. I feel at home. I love the way the laundry detergent smells - it doesn't smell particularly good, but it's familiar.
I'm dead tired. I want to sleep ... but I'm scared if I take a nap I won't wake up until late and then I won't be able to sleep tonight. Plus I remember my first day as a missionary they didn't let us sleep at all which really sucked but that night I had the best sleep of my entire life. ever. I look forward to that again and it will only happen if I force myself to stay awake.
I went into the city.(I would have taken pictures had I remembered my camera) It is so cool to be back. I thought I would feel like a missionary and have the urge to talk to random people walking by me, but I don't. It's nice to sit on the U-bahn and not have this pressure to talk to the person next to you, in attempt to bring up the Gospel knowing it will most likely end with rejection. Maybe it's because I'm alone or in normal clothes, but I still feel like everyone stares at me trying to read my name tag, but then I realize - I'm not wearing one.
In just one day I'm reminded of Germany's finest qualities:
Massive flocks of pigeons
Random men peeing in corners of U-bahn stations
Couples making out without any inhibitions
Misspelled English words graffitied all over buildings
People digging around in trash cans for beer bottles
Drunk bums stumbling around and mumbling things to themselves
Cigarette smoke
Packs of Turkish kids blasting german rap from their phones
I went into the city.(I would have taken pictures had I remembered my camera) It is so cool to be back. I thought I would feel like a missionary and have the urge to talk to random people walking by me, but I don't. It's nice to sit on the U-bahn and not have this pressure to talk to the person next to you, in attempt to bring up the Gospel knowing it will most likely end with rejection. Maybe it's because I'm alone or in normal clothes, but I still feel like everyone stares at me trying to read my name tag, but then I realize - I'm not wearing one.
In just one day I'm reminded of Germany's finest qualities:
Massive flocks of pigeons
Random men peeing in corners of U-bahn stations
Couples making out without any inhibitions
Misspelled English words graffitied all over buildings
People digging around in trash cans for beer bottles
Drunk bums stumbling around and mumbling things to themselves
Cigarette smoke
Packs of Turkish kids blasting german rap from their phones
... ahh, it's great to be back ...
Man that makes me want to go too Germany. j/k. But I know what you mean about going back to some where and it just feeling like home. I'm glad that you got there safe and sound. Lets talk soon.
ReplyDeleteI love your room. Super cute.
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