According to Beo Lingus this translates into “party to celebrate reaching the halfway stage” – and this pretty much hits the nail on the head when it comes to my studies. Party itself is still to be celebrated, but the first half of my untergrad is done and I’m itching to get back to university. At the moment, I’m working (last day) to get my deficient finances straightened out. Not exactly in Biology but back with Vodafone, where I’m having fun fumbling around with networks and radio links. After spending Easter with my family, I’m looking forward to one week much-anticipated holiday with my dearest before the next term starts.
Lake Constance I’m coming 🙂
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No shadow without light
An eventful summer turns to its end. After passing all exams (which I did not discover until over one month after writing the last one) I have worked again with my former co-workers at Vodafone. An emotional rollercoaster put the spice on it but eventually it came to a halt. What once seemed endless misery turned out as a lesson learned and applied. Someone who will always occupy a special place inside of me once told me a fundamental truth which I probably did not fully understand back then. “You were so right, I was so wrong”. I finally found my way back home – thank you.
Now, as I am running through the autumn forests, I see her eyes instead of brown leaves, feel her hair tickle my cheeks instead of the warming sun and smell her skin instead of the raising humid air from the grounds.
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Fall has come early
As I was just about to depict the brilliant colours that appeared on the scenery of my life more recently, the leaves have quite suddenly turned to a few shabby shades of brown and grey. Passing all exams on the first attempt, beeing able to work in my old profession during holidays and finding a new home in close to no time does not compensate the aching of intestines due to emotional loss. Again. Parched; no drops left to even make the smallest streamlet trickle anymore.
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… just wondering
Exams in a few weeks. Nervous tide of preparation. Hard to find good sleep. Should be wondering about how to tackle the tests. Bigger questions rise instead. Will I ever hold the world in my hands again? Will I ever be able to touch the stars again? And what are you doing today?
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The 5th season
While chillaxing for the last few days before the next term starts, I feel that it is about time to round up the past five months:
– I am in the middle of a five day breather
– I have passed all five exams of the first term
– I have jobbed five weeks for my former employer
– I for sure have gained five kilograms weight
– I guess I have had five beers last night
– I miss her at least five times a day
– I have got five more terms to go