Ich schreibe auch manchmal wo anders, aber auf Englisch und mehr offen, so zu sagen. Ich dachte, ich poste mal etwas davon auch hier
“ I was seventeen once. I remember me standing at graduation getting my diploma and the gold medal which came with having 1.0 average, I remember hearing praises from the teachers and the headmaster, I remember my mother being proud for once. I was looking around at all the faces and smiling "whatever" and finally grabbing onto my diploma as hard as I could. Walking from the stage-ish I was smiling as it was appropriate, but the only thing I was thinking of was the diploma, which I was going to transform into a one-way-ticket.
And so I did. I was seventeen, I had one bag with me, I got on the train to the nearest city that had an airport. I remember my father's face, the lost look he had at that railway station, him looking past me and his eyes saying "what am I going to do now". Even though we (my family and I) didn't get along during my high school years, a big part of which was my fault, and they didn't quite understand me (neither did or do I- I mean, can you blame them?), we still shared this "family" kind of love for each other (but, sadly (?), no healthy family-like codependence on my part). At the customs at the airport they asked me when I was coming back-I replied I'm not coming back. And as soon as my flight landed I forgot where I even came from. The only people I used to know during those seventeen years that I still talk to are my family.
And then there was a girl. Sadly, at the time she was living in that same country I felt totaly detached from and that I in a way despised. I didn't want to have anything to do with it, but there she was. My plans to never speak that language again crushing, to not have a serious relationship altering to having one and my inability to feel anything at all slowly but surely fading away. It did not take me long to realize, that this girl loved me more than anything in the whole wide world (which I've grown to immensely appreciate) and that I, to my surprise, had felt the same way all along. In the process of my realisation, however, I treated her horribly at times, and I still don't know to this day, how she forgave me, always tried to understand me and stayed with me no matter what. After 1.5 years of me flying out to her city for short periods of time (studies, work and such) and her spending literally months at my place, she moved here this October. She learned a completely new language for me, she gave up friends, family and carreer prospects for me. And I found an appartment for her, took on extra shifts for her, dealed with the typical newcoming foreigner-problems all over again and it was and is selbstverständlich (I feel like this is the best word-I've been living in Germany for the past 2.5 years after all) for me, that it's all worth it-because it's her, you know. And now I look at her sitting on the bed across from me-who could have thought.
I turned 20 in October and I'm still in the soul searching process academically, geographically and what not
After the first year in Germany I graduated Studienkolleg with 1.6 average at the top of my class without even trying being the only one who got 1.0 for the final exam in German (FeststellungsprĂĽfung). I got into LMU and started studying Law, which I had a passion for; but only realised that after switching majors to Communications. I've been independent from my parents for a long time (moneywise-emotionally even longer it seems), worked retail for pretty much 1.5 years until recently (November). In the summer I started freelance teaching German and English (again-that's where I got my money from in the country I used to live in due to being born there), put a month-notice at the H&M job in November not knowing what's next and how I was going to support this little family of ours, just knowing-I was fed up with it
Lucky enough, I got an amazing job offer (without even trying much) in the middle of November (having to work three jobs for couple weeks, but still), so that's where I've been working for the last 2,5 months. “