Sunday, 13 January 2013

Facing the New Year...Bring it, 2013!

So I have left the green, green grass of home, and am back in Germany, ready to face the New Year with renewed vigour. I had three fabulous weeks at home back in good old Blighty; a chance to relax, catch-up with everyone, and regale anyone who would listen with many-a tale of life in the heart of Europe.

I must admit, though, I did have a few reservations about what going home would be like. A lot has changed since the last time I was on English soil, and I wondered whether life back at home would have moved on without me. These reservations were unnecessary, however, as I quickly established that Queen, country, family and friends were just the same as ever, and it felt as if I had never been away. That’s a very comforting feeling! It appears that you really can always go home again.

Three weeks is actually quite a long time, so I had many grand ideas of how productive I would be during my time off; how many books I would read in preparation for next year at uni, how much time I would dedicate to researching possible dissertation ideas and how much French and German grammar practice I could get done in that time. In actual fact, these plans kind of went out the window, replaced instead by 21 days of doing...nothing. But hey, sometimes a girl needs to spend her time on the sofa, eating miniature heroes and watching an entire season of ‘Homeland’ all in one day! I wasn’t a couch-potato for the entire holiday, though. There was still plenty of time to catch-up with old school friends, many-a visit to and from family, and even a cheeky trip up to Leamington to visit some uni friends and remind myself of what it feels like to be a student.

NYE 

Students, eh?!

And as the holidays began to draw to a close, I found I was really excited to pack up my stuff again and head back to the Bergstraβe. I’m really, really looking forward to the next few months over here, and all the exciting adventures they may hold. Sitting on the train on my way home from the airport yesterday, I couldn’t help remembering how I felt on the day when I arrived in Bensheim for the first time way back in August. Stepping off the train then was a massive leap in to the unknown – a scary one at that – but my journey home yesterday couldn’t have been more different. Bensheim, too, was just the same, everything the way I left it, and it felt as if I had never left there, either! I guess it proves that you can take a little bit of home with you, wherever you go. That’s why I hope that whatever I end up doing as a career, (I was going to say ‘in later life,’ but potentially that’s only a couple of years away –ahhhh!), has an international dimension to it; living abroad has definitely given me the travelling-bug!!

So, my alarm is set, ready to wake me up at the crack of dawn tomorrow morning, my watch is finally back on German time - I envy you British people with your extra hour - and it is back to school in the morning. Genuinely, I can’t wait!

Here’s to a great term.

Emily 

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