Well, what do ya know? I am back in the city where I was raised.
I am finally getting over this bothersome sinus infection that has been dwelling in me since my trip to Berlin. Due to this sickness, the first few days I locked myself in my room and forced myself rest and recover although I didn't necessarily want to.
In all honesty, it's weird to be back. It's almost as if I was in Germany and I came back and somehow everyone is a year older. A lot but not has happened while I was gone.
My younger sister is now taller than I am! what is this nonsense?
People have changed. People are growing up, some even to the point that they left the earth.
I've especially changed. Mentally and, well, physically (This altitude is killing me! not to mention my weight).
I miss a lot of things about Germany and especially the language. Though, I do use the fact of americans not being able to speak german to my advantage. They don't understand any of the revolting things I say. My English is pretty bad sometimes... I make grammatical mistakes all the time and my vocabulary is much more simpilized.
I love driving!!! my goodness did I miss that. But, yet, I still enjoy riding my bike to the places that are actually reachable by bike. Same goes for good mexican food and random people talking to me.
Provo has been a pretty bad culture shock on me. I won't describe it in details because this blog is, indeed, not private.
4th of July was geil. Nathan turned 11 and we celebrated by me taking him to the local baseball park and playing with him sandlot style. We later went to rock canyon park to view the stadium of fire. :D So much red, white and blue. Enough to last me a lifetime.
M.c Kenna