Check out my new Germany clock------>
Check out my new countdown-er-------> SUPER GREAT.
I should be asleep, but I just can't. Theses something about being able to hear everyone else breathing around me ( grandfather=loud sleeper) that makes me uncomfortable.
Also, I just had to pee, and the bathroom light here is burnt out and blinks and pops when you turn it on, like the lights in a meat market where someone gets stabbed to death. Anyway, point is that every time I go in there I get the heebie jeebies.
And now my grandfather is lurking around somewhere in the house. I can hear shuffling and I just know I can't go back to sleep without him in bed or else I'll wake up to the "have you seen the Opa" hunt.
While he was up he turned on the heebie jeebie light and I can hear it crackling away.
Happy 9:17pm Atlanta, I miss you.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
beep beep germany
The situation here has reached boring.
I know It's beautiful and I should just enjoy that, but how does one go from being social and having so much to do to suddenly cleaning out all of the documents from your computer and drinking old champagne while watching subtitled American television and wishing that the only other thing on television wasn't cell phone porno ads.
My mother has been here alone so long with my grandfather that she's lost it and doesn't want to talk, and when we do have a conversation it's as if the stimulation overwhelms her and she has to run for the newspaper. My grandfather is continuously ranting about getting home to his mother and asking me who I am an if Atlanta is in the united states. He's stuck in the winter of his childhood in Gentuine Germany and gets into moods where he runs off to find his childhood home.
This house is like a skeleton, placed together permanently from my childhood till now. The rooms sit empty and pleading for attention. I try to walk into each one and find it's secrets but as I wander the silence begins to settle around m shoulders and I'm driven back into the carpet covered marble of the hallway, talking to myself to stave off the silence.
I know it's the first day, and I'm not intending to sound bleak, it's just that my voice and thoughts are the only thing I can turn to in between frantic trips to my e-mail box, so get used to it. On Tuesday it'll be time for grand day care and plan is to drive the the Rhine and visit one of the castles there.
duh pictures.
Love you.
I know It's beautiful and I should just enjoy that, but how does one go from being social and having so much to do to suddenly cleaning out all of the documents from your computer and drinking old champagne while watching subtitled American television and wishing that the only other thing on television wasn't cell phone porno ads.
My mother has been here alone so long with my grandfather that she's lost it and doesn't want to talk, and when we do have a conversation it's as if the stimulation overwhelms her and she has to run for the newspaper. My grandfather is continuously ranting about getting home to his mother and asking me who I am an if Atlanta is in the united states. He's stuck in the winter of his childhood in Gentuine Germany and gets into moods where he runs off to find his childhood home.
This house is like a skeleton, placed together permanently from my childhood till now. The rooms sit empty and pleading for attention. I try to walk into each one and find it's secrets but as I wander the silence begins to settle around m shoulders and I'm driven back into the carpet covered marble of the hallway, talking to myself to stave off the silence.
I know it's the first day, and I'm not intending to sound bleak, it's just that my voice and thoughts are the only thing I can turn to in between frantic trips to my e-mail box, so get used to it. On Tuesday it'll be time for grand day care and plan is to drive the the Rhine and visit one of the castles there.
duh pictures.
Love you.
Some little things.
Just to give you an idea of where I am, I have a couple of pictures from a bike ride I took today...
This is My bicycle right outside of Heusenstamm on the path into the woods, right in front of the fresh asparagus vendor.
This is the path in the woods that I rode down. It's so eutiful here, and the sun was just starting to set.
The neighbors are fighting and also, I didn't bring ANY music. nothing. not even a cassette. There's this weathered old juke box staring at me and I am getting tempted.
This is My bicycle right outside of Heusenstamm on the path into the woods, right in front of the fresh asparagus vendor.
This is the path in the woods that I rode down. It's so eutiful here, and the sun was just starting to set.
The neighbors are fighting and also, I didn't bring ANY music. nothing. not even a cassette. There's this weathered old juke box staring at me and I am getting tempted.
getting there.
Ohh, I am exhausted. I'll write more about the actual trip later, but for now I am just happy to be here safe.
I miss home terribly.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
also.
The dude next to me is listening to Linkin Park remixes, complete with the "wicka wick woo" noise in it.
First steps.
And there we were at the airport.
I've now made it to Pittsburgh and am awaiting my next flight which leaves at 8:20 pm. Awesome.
I would have typed during the three hours I sat in Atlanta, but They do not offer any free internet.
The airport here is large but much quieter than Atlanta. The people are just running around and garbling away in other languages while I sulk back and forth between the duty free shop (that I can't afford) and the magazine store with all the flashing LCD key chains. I almost want to buy everyone one of those, perhaps "yeah gurl" for Brent, "rock star" for Josh, "number one " for sean, and "sexy" for Garrett. Alas, they key chains, just like everything else in any airport, are overpriced.
OK, I have to go again, because my current location is about 20 minutes from where I need to be.
I love you all,
and I miss you garret.
Vicki
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