So it is Sunday morning, I heard the birds chirping the other day for the first time in, what felt like, forever. On Monday, we received the most snow that Aachen has gotten in over 25 years! Isn't that insane? I still made my way to Volleyball practice Monday night because I just had to walk, but a lot of people were snowed in... we still had school. Silly, huh? Well, by Wednesday most of the snow had melted away and on Thursday, I was already walking home slowly from my bus stop, holding my huge puffy jacket in my hands and enjoying the nice, warm 48°F. In October, when the weather started turning that cold, I would have protested and been pulling out layers and scarves, now my Texas inner-thermostat has apparently readjusted. Now, the snow lays in little piles, but it melts away slowly...
I read someone else's blog and their description of January and what a hard month it was, which is completely understandable. Now, we are in the beginning of February, and it already holds a little promise as a new beginning of a new month. The days are a little longer: I get an extra 3 minutes of sun every single day. : ) I've been trying to keep extremely busy, this weekend was full of plans: Thursday- Movies with Friends. Friday- Dancing with a group of friends from Dance. Saturday- Café with other Friends. Sunday- Raclette with Friends. Hopefully, everything that is keeping me busy will keep me out of trouble too, but I must say, the past two nights have been relatively disturbing. The past two nights, I have dreamt of home. Of Prosper. Of my family and friends. That really doesn't seem like a big deal, but it is a great day, very happy, and when I dream of my family, I can't sleep. I wake up so many times in the middle of the night that it doesn't really feel like I ever am getting any actual sleep. A part from that, after dreaming in English, my German feels like mush in my mouth when I try to pronounce everything. I am more aware of my errors than anyone else, and it is one of these things like, "Come on, I know this stuff." Bad dreams leads to bad German. : ( I've had so many odd and vivid dreams containing my family: last night, it was me and my sisters and some bad guy was after us and tried to get us, so I turned back the time to when I was 5 but I still had the brain of a 16 year old, so it was really weird. In my dream, I took pictures of a 7 year old Tori, swinging on the back porch, laughing happily... Isn't that odd? I wake up so confused, because I know I am in a completely different place... Hmmm... Thought provoking.
Karneval is next week! It is coming soon! Karneval is the huge German version of Mardis Gras, and it officially started back in November, but it is about to really get under way, starting with "Fettdonnerstag." (Fat Thursday) We get off of school Thursday, Friday, Monday, and Tuesday to celebrate Karneval properly which includes tons of parades, costumes, balls, and traditions that I can't wait to take part in! I guess I can't really describe it until I have tried it. No worries, I'll let you know later what all happens. ; ) For my costume: I am proudly dressing up as a cowgirl! I never got to be a cowgirl in Texas, so why not be a Texan cowgirl in Germany? : ) Kristina was also a cowgirl when she was an exchange student, so that makes me laugh. Okay, well off to go do something... Not sure, but we'll see. There was so much I wanted to say, but it all just slipped through my fingers.
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