Quick adventure update and some soppy rambling
So I'm actually the worst and haven't updated this in like... 6 weeks? Yup. Oops. In that time I've been back to Germany, back to Torun, put a hole through my nose, been to a festival, had way too many sleepovers, and learned the hard way when you're at a Polish dinner and you're a little underage aussie girl, you're going to get accidentally drunk, because the Polish put way too much alcohol in their cocktails :P
28th April I headed to Plauen, Germany via Dresden and Berlin to visit another misplaced Aussie on her yearlong rotary exchange. It's funny how the Germans are noticeably different to the Polish even though they are so geographically and historically close. Spending a week living the German way was great thanks to the generosity of the Plauen rotarians. Kirri's host family, the Lönings, are lovely welcoming people, and everyone else I met was too (but only after I explained that I wasn't actually Polish, just living in Poland... some opinions die hard in these countries!) It was wonderful seeing Kirri and hopefully we get to catch up again in London before I head home. In a week I learned many things, including about Plauen lace, how to fit 19 people in a tiny sailing boat, and that there are cats in the world who like me. Weird, huh.
The other travel I did was back to Torun for Danielle's 19th birthday celebration. Whilst there isn't much to do in Torun seeing as I'd already done it all the first time it was great just having a weekend to relax with friends and not have to race around doing touristy stuff. Odd, hilarious things happened that weekend, including running through fountains drunk at midnight, sliding down stairs wrapped in blankets, writing bucket lists while slightly tipsy at 2am and paying 10zl to sit on a boat and play cards. It was a super great way to spend the weekend, not gonna lie. It makes me excited for doing stuff like road trips down south and stuff which is totally happening when I get home, people, prepare yourselves.
I only have one more trip planned before the end of placement and that's to Gdansk partially for my birthday and partially cause it's pretty much the last time there's gonna be a lot of us volunteers in one place which is super sad. This whole experience has gone so fast and I look at the date and go oh my goodness like 20 days until placement ends. I remember when it was like 3 months and now it's less than one and that is scary. I'm super-duper excited for the month of travel with my family at the end and getting to do everything I've always wanted to do in Europe. Not gonna lie I'm probably most excited for Paris Disneyland. (Child at heart here.) But it's still scary cause time has gone so fast and while I think I'm ready to go home to meat pies and everyone speaking english and my own nice warm cosy bed, I'm so not ready to say goodbye to all the fantastic people I have met here.
One of the things that I was most terrified of before I arrived here was making friends, despite what everyone told me that you 'click' straight away because coming here means that you share ideals and ways of thinking, etc etc. It's evidence enough that the first photo I took on this journey was an idiotic selfie of Tara and I at McDonalds in Munich, wearing leggings and thongs while it was snowing, and now we're basically bestest of friends. (Tara, I know you're reading this, don't let it go to your head, you're still a jerk <3) I already have flights booked to Steph's birthday, plans to visit Canada for the future and I'll no doubt find myself in NZ as well even though you lot of kiwis are clearly inferior ;) Bride and Danielle are my ukelele gang, Tara is my favourite troll and Steph's my adopted grandmother. These people have made my experience over here that much easier by being shoulders to lean on and a constant source of laughter. I keep telling myself that I don't want to say goodbye in 21 days when we get on aeroplanes to go travelling across the world some more, but I know it won't be goodbye, cause goodbye is forever. It'll just be see you later. I'm not usually one for sappiness but guys, you da best basically.
I'm a little bit scared about coming home 'cause it means university and jobs, and I've been bit hard by the travel bug like most of us have over here. All I want to do is keep seeing new things and it's a little bit frustrating being so torn between missing home so much and wanting to see so much more. For those of you who don't know, I've enrolled in Curtin doing BA Mass Comms for Semester 2 2013, which basically means 3 days recovery time in between getting off the plane at Perth Airport and heading to O-Week :P Which will be a little bit hellish I think but I am excited. I've learned that despite my insecurities I can make wonderful friends who love me for who I am (right, guys? :P ) so I'm less nervous about that part of uni. I just don't know if I'm going to be able to sit still for 3 years of uni. Knowing me I'll take a year off... and probably go travelling again. Yep, I've been bit hard. Oh well. I'm out in the world, I've seen things I never thought I'd see at the baby age of 17 (18 in 10 days, guys!) and it'll just keep getting better and better from here.
"Life's not about waiting for the storms to pass...It's about learning to dance in the rain."
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