To not know why
Where it ends
What comes after,
To not know
To let go.
to just breathe.
Meanwhile….Back in “murica.
Anyone who has been abroad will understand the following reverse culture shock:
1. Why isn’t there a night bus to take me home??
2. Since when is walking around eating food not acceptable? …They do it in Europe all the time!
3. Remembering the names of certain people I met prior to abroad is a modern day “Memory Game”, and I suck at it..
4. The closest thing to kiosk alcohol is 4 lokos. (This can’t be right…)
5. All of the new lingo people have created since being gone, is almost as hard as learning German. Almost.
6. WHY DON’T PEOPLE NAP HERE? FYI: Siestas are a real thing, America.
7. No one looks up from their phones, ever. There have to be more pedestrian related accidents than EVER.
8. Döner. Pom Döner. Enough said.
Needless to say, I have not yet adjusted to life back home. I don’t know the socially acceptable behavior like I used to…but TBH (new acronym, meaning: to be honest that I just learned) I don’t really care.
Prost to this strange continuum called re-acclimation. Anybody?
Nope? Just me.
Check out my sister getting note-worthy attention :D
Originally posted on ART-LIT GEEK:
Because I live under a large pile of books (the results of a recent Amazon book-buying binge), I failed to notice that Art-Lit Geek got a nod from the Tired of London, Tired of Life blog about my conversation with Peter Ho, the owner of Clerkenwell Tales in London. On May 16, 2013, the blog named their one thing to do that day in London as “Buy books at Clerkenwell Tales” and used a quote from my interview with Ho to help characterize the owner and the feel of the bookshop. I’m flattered and excited that Tired of London, Tired of Life has noticed my little blogging endeavor! Click the link above to see their entry.
I believe that today is Christmas morning, or felt like it when I looked out my window and saw a faint little sheet of frostiness covering everything. I’m not quite sure what it was, but I believe it’s a precursor to REAL LIVE SNOW!!!!!
I can’t wait!!
Even though snow and ice are terribly dangerous things for me to interact with, I can’t help but be excited if I could see real snow fall!!
For now though, this lovely frost will do :D
My sister came to me! My sister came to me!
I can’t tell you how excited I was to see her. I’m so thankful that (even if it was for a short time) that she came to see everything my life has been about for the past 3 months. Not only that, but she graced the silver screen for part of my documentary. (see if you can find her ;) )
Anyways, I tried to make sure that she had the full experience in a nutshell while she was here.
(Ain’t she purdy?) :D
Then, of course, and for her first time as well as mine we just HAD to go out on the town until 7 am. Somebody had to do it, and so we took one for the team. This picture is a good summation. Note the high angle shot and foggy interior. (clearly I am a film major..HA)
We went on a few other adventures to the Kunstmuseum, extra dry, james joyce, the cathedral, the Botanische gartens, we pretty much hit it all.
Becoming educated and stuff…
I leave you with these wise words of the cocktail bar with which we discovered a plethora of amazing drinks.
My awesome host family introduced us to a feast where you get your own grill! It wouldn’t be complete without me burning my arm on one. Now I will be scarred of the magical tasting food and wonderful people for the rest of my life…I think I can handle that.
Chaos city and tequila sunsets please!
And a good sister always embraces your crazy ideas..I couldn’t have asked for a better one.
(Behind the scenes photos courtesy of Michael Laubsch)
I only have about one more shooting day left of my documentary and I’m so excited!!
It feels good and yet at the same time, I’m so nervous that I won’t have everything that I need when I get into editing. I’m hoping that it turns out at least somewhat like I had envisioned, but at the end of the day I’m the only one I really have to impress.
Sounds simple, but I’m literally my worst critic, as most people are. The painting will never be complete to me.
However, I did have a blast shooting in my host family’s study and I’m very lucky and happy that they were willing to be a part of this chaotic process.
As editing begins, I hope I can produce something that will make them proud && understand my love of guacamole…alright, alright…my obsession with guacamole.
We were given the amazing opportunity to go to the Leipzig Dok Festival last week!
I don’t think I’ve ever watched so many movies in such a short period of time…but hey! I’m not complaining!!
I couldn’t help but feel pretty legit with my personalized name tag that granted us access to as many movies and panel discussions that we could get our hands on. Documentaries are where it is at. You can’t make up this stuff. These are real people with inspiring and phenomenal stories that you never would have had access to had someone not taken the time to make their voices heard. .
In the mean time we managed to venture out and celebrate the awesome city we were in. We had breakfast at the original (probably most beautiful building that I have encountered thus far on my trip) and had cake and coffee and croissants for breakfast! Basically a feast at this amazing place, but it was all worth it.
Also, before one of the meet and greet parties we managed to find a little taste of home…probably my favorite part of the whole trip.
I hope to return to Leipzig one day, and I can’t wait for that to happen! Especially since no matter how many circles we wandered in, we always found our way.
Cheers to you Leipzig.
Sometimes you just need a break from everything and to be with yourself. That’s where running comes in! I will run especially if it is to this view.
It all makes me wanna take a back road. ;)
The country is never gunna leave me, I’m pretty sure. I wish I could run to this every day, forever.
The struggle is real for me. Countless times I have somehow managed to have my face elbowed, punched, hit with a door, you name it, it’s happened to my face. After the head injury in a London club, I thought that I had moved past this painful phase of my life, but NOOO.
Once again my groundbreaking dance moves turned into nose-breaking ones. Somehow managing to get elbowed right in the kisser as I was coming up from my most recent Matrix inspired dance move in a club. I swore I was bleeding, or had broken my nose, but thank goodness I didn’t. Just severely bruised.
UPSIDE THAT’S NOT REALLY AN UPSIDE- I have people who love me enough to try to soothe the pain by giving me poor little frozen strips of Wilbur to put on my face. :( It was such a morally tearing situation for me to undergo.
First thing I will do back in America-BUY MYSELF A HOCKEY HELMET TO BE WORN WHENEVER I LEAVE THE HOUSE.