First off, I honestly had no idea what to call this post when I was done writing it. Debating and debating, nothing was coming to mind. So much takes place in it, but I feel like there are two themes that stick throughout: all of the family and friends that I have in Germany are absolutely marvelous people and that they have done so incredibly much for me. I also have “This I Dig of You” stuck in my head, so I feel like it’s only fitting to title this post as such. I mean, what I dig of my family and friends in Germany is that they are such loving and caring people and that they’ve blessed me with their love and friendship.
Oh yeah, if you need more reference, here’s the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rp0mqsoT43w
So, this I dig of you, meine deutsche Familie und Freunde. 🙂
Anywho, on a different note, it’s been an entire week since I’ve returned to the US. Which feels absolutely baffling to me. It feels like ages ago since I was in Germany–which vaguely terrifies me–and I already really really miss all of my loved ones in Deutschland. I’m also starting to really notice how my perception of things here has changed and how my attitude and feelings have been altered by my summer in Germany. . .but that’s another blog post. 😉
Until then, I’ll tell y’all about my last weekend in Rüsselsheim.
Friday: In the afternoon, I took a short bike ride around town and made a stop at my favorite park. Being in Germany and having to take a bike everywhere has made me realize just how calming bike rides really are. That’s definitely something that I need to do back here in the US, especially when I’m upset. Just riding around for 5 minutes seemingly fixes everything and allows me peaceful time to think things through, especially things that are really stressing me out. That evening, the Swing Kids showed a film at school. The movie was taken on their recent trip to Lithuania and featured their performance and some performances from the jazz festival they played at. I felt really at home and really welcomed by everyone there: being able to share jokes [and snacks. bahaha!] as the film played and feeling…wanted, y’know? Yeah, I’m no wordsmith…it’d be easier if I could just explain everything with jazz. Well, enough of that tangent! After the film, I went with my closest friends to a send-off party for a friend of ours who was leaving to study abroad in Norway. It was really good to see her again, as I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to, and we all had quite a good time. 🙂
Saturday: I had a small going-away party of my own at my house with my closest friends on this night. Yet again, I made too much food and over-prepared, but hey, better safe than sorry, right? 😉 And it’s always nice to have some Oreo Truffles for later. I’ll admit that I was really scared that that night was going to be the big goodbye to all of my friends and that I was terrified for the night to come to an end. Thankfully, it wasn’t time for goodbyes, but you’ll hear more of that later. We all just chilled and hung out at my house before heading into downtown (lawl) Rüsselsheim, where we discovered that there was a mini festival happening that night (I forgot what it was called. Mah bad!). Not everyone could stay for the festival, but the remainder of the group spent the rest of our time together there until it closed (which wasn’t very late, I swear!).
Sunday: This day started out deliciously. I went to my favorite restaurant in town with my host family so that I could thank them for having me and for all that they’ve done for me. It was really nice to be able to spend that time with them. 🙂 They truly are like parents to me. That afternoon, most of my close friends and I headed to a nearby beach. There was quite the crowd there, but that didn’t deter us from being our silly selves and goofing around playing a bit of frisbee in the water. It was really diverting to be able to just splash around in the waves, read, and just relax. I relearned that day that Germans like mayonnaise on french fries (which seems like something that Americans woulda come up with first, or is it just me that believes that?). As we were about to leave, my friends told me that they would be coming with me to the airport on Tuesday, so we weren’t saying goodbye just yet. This small gesture of kindness really, really hit me. It finally hit home that I have friends in Swing Kids who really care about me–not just for the summer, but friends who are going to be there for the long run. That to me means more than I can every really say.
Monday: Tetris, tetris, and more tetris. . .aka packing. Aggravation. I think I had to repack everything at least 3 times. But, that night made up for all of the crap that happened earlier that day. My closest friends and I went to a restaurant nearby for a late dinner. . .but it wasn’t just any ol’ restaurant. It was an American diner. Bahaha!! 😉 I guess it was only appropriate to start some re-assimilation into American culture. It was really good to share one last hurrah with the ones I love. In order to feel like I didn’t have to leave the next day, I pretended that I would be able to go to the concerts and the jam sessions and stuff that they talked about at dinner. We were able to share a lot of laughs and just goof around yet again, which was beyond marvelous and really cheered me up. Lots of silly faces were made, lots of stories and jokes were shared, lots of just plain fun. 😀
These lovely people. . .these darling friends of mine. . .they are absolutely amazing. ❤
Tuesday: Not a wink of sleep Monday night. I couldn’t have slept even if I had wanted to. I was just too anxious and upset to sleep, but that’s selbstverständlich. Stupidly, I repacked that night, partially out of necessity, but mostly due to a need to just plain distract myself. Unfortunately, my host mom had planned quite some time ago to leave for a mini trip on this day, so we had to say goodbye earlier than we had both anticipated. My host family and I had breakfast together that morning, and a surprise guest showed up–Frank! That really brightened up my morning to be able to see him again. 😉 If I had just heard the doorbell that morning, we could have apparently had a few more surprise guests for breakfast as well, and I’m terribly disappointed that I wasn’t observant enough to catch that and welcome some more awesome guests to the breakfast party. After that came the really rough goodbyes that I had to say to my host family and to Frank. All that I’m going to say about that is that I’m very thankful that they have skype and that I hope that I will be able to see them again quite soon. I love them all like family, and they’ve done more for me and for my life than I could ever put into words.
One of my closest friends picked me up that afternoon to take me (and my luggage…yikes) to the train station so we could get to the airport, and during the car ride over, she told me that another close friend of mine was going to come with to the airport who I didn’t think I was going to be able to see again. I was surprised and beyond thrilled to hear that he was coming along and that I was going to be able to see him again. We all met up at the terminal where I was supposed to go before dropping off my luggage. I just knew that my luggage was over the weight limit, but by just how much, I hadn’t the slightest. Welp, due to my affinity for books auf Deutsch (I’m sure it was the books. *shifty eyes*) my luggage was not only over the limit, but way over the limit. I was going to have to pay quite a hefty chunk of change for how much it weighed. Luckily, one of my friends had helped me bring my luggage over to the counter and was clear-headed enough ( because I definitely was freaking out) to ask just how much over the limit my suitcase was. It was just a tiny bit over the big limit, so I frantically shifted quite a few things into my carry-on before turning in my luggage for real. Luckily, I was able to transfer enough stuff to avoid the really heavy fine, but not enough to save myself from having to pay nothing for it. So, to my brave and level-headed friend, the unsung hero of this terrible travel day, thank you for keeping me calm during this time of panic and freak out. I owe you a beer when I come back next summer. 😛
After that hassle, we got a little snack. We discovered that Mezzo Mix had a contest going on to win a million euros, and I and another friend decided to find out if either of us were winners. We were winners, alright. . .just over a Mezzo Mix download for our cellphones. Welp, next time we’ll get that million euros fosho. ;D
Enjoying the spoils of our contest plunder (OK, not really. . .), we then found out that it was unfortunately time for me to go. Once again, I really don’t want to talk about the goodbyes, but seriously, Facebook and Skype are absolutely amazing, and I owe their creators big hugs. Having my friends with me there was a real comfort. I cannot thank them enough for their kindness. There are seriously no words for how much them being at the airport means to me.
:S Just one more post for my German excursions. This one has taken too much of an emotional toll for me to say the other things I want to say. . .plus this post is quite long already, and I don’t wanna overwhelm y’all. So, bis bald!