beginning of the end
Last weekend I was up north one last time, hanging out with James in Wismar and then Pete et al in Hamburg. Saturday night in Hamburg was epic: we started with a barbecue at someone's apartment around 7 pm, went out to the happenin' part of town around midnight to go dancing, and didn't stop until 5 am, at which point the fish market on the harbor opens and everyone goes to eat fish for breakfast. We missed the 6:20 am train to Schwarzenbek, the tiny suburb where Pete lives, and rather than wait until 7:00 to take the next one--the long one, an hour-long trip--I decided to just get on the next train to Berlin. Long and short of it is, I fell into bed somewhere around 10:30 am. Crazy, I know. My body agrees with you, Mom, cause it gave me a cold. I've been spending the last couple days sleeping quite a bit in an attempt to do penance to my immune system.
In between naps, I've begun packing. I think that, miraculously, all my stuff is going to fit into my two suitcases. They will be heavy. But I may be speaking too soon, since all the odds and ends that always get left until the end seem to multiply themselves by about thirteen-fold.
It's strange, this packing up of ten months in Berlin into two suitcases. I'm having sort of a hard time believing that pretty soon I won't live here anymore. I could wax all philosophical/nostalgic on you, but instead here's a picture of my bulletin board, sort of an archive of stuff I've done and places I've gone since last September:
I went to my last ballet at the Staatsoper last night; had my last ballet class last Thursday. I have two days left at school, and on Friday one of the English teachers is having a little going-away party for me at her house. Then on Tuesday I'm going to France for a week--flying to Paris and meeting Jules, a British girl who was a teaching assistant up near Hamburg, and then going down to the vineyard near Dijon where she's been working. When I get back to Berlin, I'll have a day and a half or so to tie up loose ends, and then I'm back Stateside. Yeesh.
In between naps, I've begun packing. I think that, miraculously, all my stuff is going to fit into my two suitcases. They will be heavy. But I may be speaking too soon, since all the odds and ends that always get left until the end seem to multiply themselves by about thirteen-fold.
It's strange, this packing up of ten months in Berlin into two suitcases. I'm having sort of a hard time believing that pretty soon I won't live here anymore. I could wax all philosophical/nostalgic on you, but instead here's a picture of my bulletin board, sort of an archive of stuff I've done and places I've gone since last September:
I went to my last ballet at the Staatsoper last night; had my last ballet class last Thursday. I have two days left at school, and on Friday one of the English teachers is having a little going-away party for me at her house. Then on Tuesday I'm going to France for a week--flying to Paris and meeting Jules, a British girl who was a teaching assistant up near Hamburg, and then going down to the vineyard near Dijon where she's been working. When I get back to Berlin, I'll have a day and a half or so to tie up loose ends, and then I'm back Stateside. Yeesh.
