This past month, upon my departure from Germany and arrival back in the US, has been about returning to normalcy.
It’s kind of funny – when I left Germany it was certainly in the midst of Autumn and definitely on its way to Winter, as evidenced by the reclaiming of the fashion known by my friends as “how many layers is she wearing today”. When I arrived in Texas, it was still Summer (although there was a “cold front” that blew through decreasing the temperatures to a level that is an absolutely beautiful Summer day per German standards); I wear shorts and t-shirts outside and I wear a fleece and socks while inside. It’s November. It’s November and I don’t have to wear a coat or even a jacket, while my Stuttgarter friends had their first snow while it was still October. Whew, glad I missed that one.
But leaving Stuttgart, leaving my friends and life of two years was hard. A wonderful group even went with me to the airport crazy early to send me off … and made me cry. I miss them. I miss sharing life with them. I miss their assumed presence nearby, even in the world of instant communication via Skype, Facebook and text messages.
But upon re-entry into American life, I wanted to hide away. I didn’t want a big show of anything or proclaimed enthusiasm, even genuine enthusiasm. I just simply wanted to get back into life: getting auto insurance, finding a part-time job while I *attempt* to finish my thesis, and finding/applying to a long-term career.
These sorts of things seem to take much time. Suffice it to say, I am not driving illegally without insurance, I finally have a prospect (one out of many applications) for the part-time position, and I have been invited by the United Nations to the next level in their hiring process. So things are working towards normalcy … however, my productivity has significantly decreased for my thesis. This is not good.
And, to add to the fun, my 28th birthday was a couple of days ago. To lessen the amount of people that would post a ‘happy birthday’ message, I privated my birthdate on Facebook. It was just my way of quietening the world from chatter.
This week, I really need/want to finish that thesis. I’m tired of it looming about, both directly in front of me and in the background. I’m ready for that part to be over. It’s like it’s that thing that is preventing a real step forward into and beyond this new phase of life.
On the plus side, I get to work-out regularly at a fitness club; cook dinners for my sister and I; shower in a place larger than a meter by a meter and without a klingy curtain; enjoy warmer temperatures; and spend time with my sister while I stay in her house. So besides stress from thesis and being jobless and careerless, life is okay.