...I haven’t posted a blog on here in decades!!! That's just craaazy. It's like I'm turning into Avi Guter or something. Right, well much to what I'm sure will be overrated excitement from Paige, I am now posting something. I'd like to start by explaining the long absence. The first and most obvious reason for the delay has a great deal to do with quantum physics and a slight tear in the space-time continuum thingy. Much too involved to get into here. The second reason for my spaetness is that I am, in fact, rather lazy, and if you don't know that by know then you shouldn't be reading this blog. Mostly because you will get addicted to my wit and dry humor only to find out that my posts are few and far between. Sad for you.
Right, so to update the world...and of course by world I mean Paige since she is the only person on earth who even reads this thing...I will now list the amusing and/or just normal things that have happened to me in recent times. First, I think we all now know and have come to accept that I am moving to Deutschland in exactly two weeks from today. Very frightening, but not for the reasons one might think. Sure, Deutschland is a country 5,000 miles away from my tiny (and rather terrorist-free I might add) hamlet, and sure, there may have been a recent attempt by certain unnamed Lebanese students to put bombs on trains that I will regularly use in my daily life. (Gasp...bombs you say? I have not heard of this drama!!! Well fear not my friend, just visit www.dw-world.de to get all the latest German news...and it's in English to boot!) But I am not afraid of this dear reader, oh no, and if you have ever met my mother then you will know why. Plus, I'm not really all that bothered by moving to a place where most likely no will understand what the crap is going through m crazy head or what I'm even trying to say. That's just how tough, or stupid, I am.
So to recap: moving to Deutschland, not afraid. Oh, I suppose that I should explain why I think moving to Germany is very frightening. It's all in the mental preparation, or the lack thereof. I'm really finding it difficult to wrap my mind around saying goodbye. I mean it isn't as if I'm leaving forever, but people drift apart, especially when 5,000 miles and six time zones separates them. It will take some getting used to. So, to keep my mind off of the hard part I am starting to pack my clothes...two weeks early. Now I'm sure to some people packing clothes two weeks in advance of moving to a foreign country may seem rather practical, but I am not most people. I seem to have this nasty desire to put clothing that I rather enjoy wearing in my suitcases because I want to make sure that I take them, only to pull them out, wear them, and then send them to the basement to be washed. I'm certain that I've packed some of my shirts at least 8,234,786 times.
This brings me to my most recent purchase...a new suitcase!!! How very travelesque of me, I know. The thing was 80% off and I just couldn't say no. Though I did say maybe to the few I didn't end up picking and thanked them for applying for the position. It's important to be polite to suitcases that you don't end up picking. You never know when you might need them in the future. Wouldn't it be tragic if you decided to mock a suitcase that you weren't going to purchase only to decide the next day that you did in fact need it as well? I'm certain that that suitcase would sabotage your entire trip. Mark my words, it won't be pretty.
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