It’s absurd how lax I’ve gotten with updating YOU, all those people who
don’t read this blog. But hey! How’s it going? I’m fine, thanks. Yeah, Germany’s still pretty cool. I had a nice Christmas, so nice of you to ask.
REALLY THOUGH– I had a great Christmas. I was fortunate enough to fly back home to the good ol’ Ohio for Weihnachten and have a wonderful Besuch with my family and friends. Oh, the good times.
Traditions were upheld, such as the above-pictured Schmidt Family Christmas “Talent” Show, and new ones were made, such as celebrating the engagement of my childhood friend (here’s lookin’ at you, Karen (& Emre)). I had a great time being home and I was a little sad to come back to Oldenburg, but when I stepped out of the airport in Hamburg and realized there was about 100% less snow here than at home, I was pretty pleased.
Since being back in O-town, some fun times have been had. Maike came to visit! First time I’ve seen that lady in FOUR YEARS. Hard to believe, right? School started up again, and I was so happy to be back amongst my favorite German youngsters. And, on a side note yesterday was my 23rd birthday.
Yes, well. I had such a wonderful day! To start, I was informed Tuesday night that I didn’t need to go along to my first class on Wednesday, which meant I got to do some hardcore birthday sleep-ins. Score! Right? When I did leave the house, I ran into my delightful roommate Philipp and was given my first “Alles Gute!” of the day. Not a bad beginning. At school, I had only my (favorite) 7th grade class. We’re currently working on writing fairytales in English as a long-term project, and I brought some candy along with me to give the little darlings on account of my Geburtstag. Upon entering the classroom, however, I was very nearly moved to tears by the spontaneous eruption of “Happy Birthday” from a chorus of German 12-year-olds. And the best part? Their teacher insisted later that she had not even told them to sing to me. If I’d known that at the time, that “very nearly moved to tears” business would have been flat-out blubbering.
Upon returning home from work, I was surprised by both roommates, Laura and Philipp, with a cake, decorations, and a Happy-Birthday-Cake hat in the kitchen. Once again, I was this close to crying. I basically lost the ability to speak and just made “awwww!!!!!aawwww!!!adkfjaskd!!!” sounds for the next several minutes.
THEN, I got to watch the new episode of my favorite shamefully addictive show (that I will not name, for dignity reasons) and proceeded to head out to a LOVELY dinner with my ETA-family at a (SURPRISINGLY SATISFACTORY) Mexican restaurant! Fajitas for everyone! Alice and Ruth and Anka and Craig, them kids, they’s good people.
AND EVEN AFTER THAT, we headed to the Irish Pub in town for a few drinks with my ever-wonderful Betreuungslehrerin and closed out the night. I was exhausted upon return to my abode, but it was so worth it.
And so, I’m pretty happy with the way 2014 is looking. I’m a year older and probably not a year wiser, but I’m pretty good at traveling so let’s say that counts for something. Thanks again to everyone who made turning 23 seem like it matters (which it so doesn’t), and a grand piano-sized “hello” and “I miss you” to all the people I saw over the Weihnachtsferien in Ohio.