….here I come, America!
I got a surprising amount of sleep last night and am already showered, caffeinated, and marzipaned with plenty of time to get to the airport. It’s raining and gloomy; typical Germany refusing to give me one last sunshine-y memory. One of my two suitcases is quite certainly overweight, and just maneuvering both of them through bus, train, subway, and airport is the greatest source of my anxiety right now. Either way, in just over 22 hours I should be coming down the escalator towards my father and Savannah in the Des Moines International (giggle) Airport. I’ve left my flatmates a lovely note (because that’s really the most fitting good-bye considering our relationship) and got enormous bear hugs from the Slovak and my other neighbor last night. I suppose I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, OH AND GUESS WHAT– my friend Katie and I WON karaoke the other night (D-Bag and I left early.) The prize is a 50 Euro tab to be used at the bar, so while I’m sad I wasn’t there to claim my prize or use it, it’s probably for the best. And by “won” I mean they put all of the participants’ names in a hat and randomly draw a winner each week, so it’s not like the judges were super impressed by my coordinated and oft-rehearsed boy band moves.
AUF WIEDERSEHEN, DEUTSCHLAND! ICH LIEBE DICH UND ICH WERDE DICH VERMISSEN!!
