In the final moments of Februar (no typo, just German), I make a valiant effort to complete an update for this month. It’s hard to fathom that the last time you heard from me, it was my birthday. I’m not being sappy when I say it SERIOUSLY feels like that was a week ago, when in reality, tomorrow, it is March. I cannot believe how fast 2014 is going, and I’d like it to stop. I don’t want my time in Deutschland to dwindle away any quicker than it has to, but it really feels like the days are just slipping through my fingers.
The end of January and the whole of February have been pretty good, as far as winter months go. When I last saw you, it was my birthday, and that was awesome, because birthday.
I visited Ashley in Rostock once again, and once again had a great time. It’s always fun being up in that most Eastern and Northern of places, checking out the beach and staying out into the wee hours like it’s not totally freezing outside. February itself has also been nice, though I can’t remember many highlights, oddly. I’m sure it’s been great. Ruth had her 21st birthday this past Monday, with which came all the necessary celebrations. I lost my bank card over that weekend– as a testament to how willing I am to party-hardy in the name of someone I care about. That mini-crisis has been dealt with, and only a minimum of panic was endured.
Now, in about an hour, I’m heading out on a week-long Klassenfahrt with the 8th graders from my school. We’re heading to Austria for skiing, something I haven’t done in about 8 years but I’m definitely looking forward to. I’m a little bit nervous, but hey. I’ve seen you before, Alps. I stood on top of you once. I HAVE ALREADY CONQUERED YOU. YOU WILL NOT BEAT ME.
So, farewell to Februar, and farewell to winter. March will be nice, I do hope. Berlin Conference is in sight, as well as Osterferien and a trip to Ireland with my whole family. May brings a newly-planned Paris trip with Ashley, and who knows what else!
I just really don’t want to sit on a bus for 10 hours tonight with 80 or so German 13-year-olds. That part I could do without.