louissa sinclair

there is a black piece of luggage somewhere out there waiting for a red haired girl to find it.  it is a completely unmarked piece of luggage because it’s owner can be rather ditzy at times (a nicer way of saying she’s rather irresponsible, but don’t worry — at this very second she’s beating herself up over being so stupid).  it has most of this girls winter and summer wardrobe in it as well as some certain hair products that she really misses.  her face is getting rather dry because she doesn’t have her regular lotion she uses.  it’s getting rather old to have to wear the same few articles of clothing and wash them as often as she can.

not to mention, she’s supposed to leave for the weekend on thursday and doesn’t really have anything to pack right now.

if you happen to see this black piece of luggage, let me know.  i’ll be sure to let this girl know and i’m sure she’d love you forever (and maybe even bring you something back from deutschland).

: )

my eyes opened and i turned to look at my clock.

3:11 am.

i laid there for three more hours before getting up.  strangest kind of jet-lag…

i told him i needed to talk to him and he smiled.  he knew what it was about and told me to meet him in his office.  he called me “larissa” and then we both laughed — i guess it’s my school name.  we sat down and he made some joke that i didn’t get, but i knew i was supposed to laugh so i did (this seems to be my lot in life).

“so louissa, what have you decided?”

“i’m going to stay.”

i told him yes tonight.  yes to eight months and yes to spending five months on staff here.  my heart didn’t constrict like i thought it would and i didn’t get any nervous funny feeling in my stomach.  he asked if was excited and i was actually able to say yes without lying.  he said that he was thrilled and excited about my staying (i think that helped me a little bit).

anyway…

i left with two suitcases and brought one to the school.  the other is somewhere between syracuse and friedrichshafen (they aren’t really sure about the location at this point), but that’s okay. 

i’m here and am in need of a nap and shower so even though i was going to sit here and write something profound, check out other blogs, and respond to emails, i think i’ll be logging off and heading upstairs.  sorry this isn’t longer.

the washer is still running, two pairs of pants are still missing (i must look in sister’s drawers tomorrow), pictures refused to be burned onto cd’s, i have two suitcases perfectly filled (i wonder how i’ll manage to bring everything home since i have two boxes at school), and i’m exhausted. yes, another late night. i seem to be rather fond of those lately. a little bit ago i was told to go to bed. i was told that if i didn’t i’d be a basket case at the airport tomorrow. i would be even with sleep so why not enjoy this time of being able to sit at my own kitchen table that’s piled high with folded laundry and “borrow” my brother’s laptop for a bit? it’ll be awhile till i’m be able to do this again.

although i hate that this form of communicating has, for me, been a way to inform the general public of the nitty gritty details of my life, i must admit, it’s rather handy. i started a blog at a young age and instead of having many readers who had watched me grow up (or grew up with me), i didn’t have any readers and could write anything i wanted, about whoever, and everything about myself with the most wonderful freedom. i never had to clarify who it was that was in my stories since there was nobody reading who wondered. it seemed better that way — everything was mysterious and nothing was ever fully explained. if one of my few dear readers wanted to know exactly what i meant by a certain post, they had to come and ask. i had almost convinced myself that i felt like a real writer because of all the anonymous people and feigned emotions i felt.

one thing that apparently hasn’t changed is my ability to completely digress.

all of that to say, this means of communicating to everyone is easy for me. with one post, i can inform you of everything that’s going on in my life. and that was all just so that i could say that tomorrow i go back to germany and i’ll be there until september. i know that the original plans had me flying home at the end of march, but life throws curve balls at you every now and then and sometimes plans change. i didn’t decide to just tack on five extra months just for fun or just because i have the money to do so, i’m staying because the school asked me to. i’ll be technically “on staff” there and will be involved in the summer work the school does. i’ll spend my summer with german kids from 13-15. it’ll be amazing.

i’m excited. really, i am. okay, so right now, at this very minute, i am anything but excited. but i will be. don’t worry about me — i’ll get there, adjust back to bodenseehof life, and will be very content because i know that this is what the Lord has me for the next eight months. when i’m done i’ll have spent almost a year in germany. crazy, eh? me, who wasn’t ever going to leave home has now flown how many times? gone to how many countries? and has spent how long in a foreign nation? God is crazy.

that’s it for my “information post”. tomorrow i’ll be gone.

so long, farewell, auf wiedersehn, goodbye…

she’s asleep beside me while i, once again, stay up too late all because you dear people want pictures of our crazy night (sorry, i don’t even have that many). while you all still talk about that, i can only think of one thing: tomorrow i pack and the next day i fly away. again. before that happens i will try to get over to a yellow house and give kisses to this girl and this big guy, and this precious boy. meanwhile i will try to spend as much time with this boy and this girl and this girl because they are growing up and i’m not around.

oh dear. i think i’m getting rather melancholy.

someone said tonight that they stopped reading my blog a few weeks after i got to germany because i sounded too happy there. some are making bets on whether or not i’ll ever come back home. one individual was rather disappointed when they found out that, as of right now, i don’t plan on being in europe forever. was i happy there? yes. will i come back? probably. will i ever spend more time in europe? perhaps. i don’t have a clue of what’s in store next.

i do know that i’ve loved every second of being home for the last twenty days. i do know that flying back to bodenseehof will be long and hard. i do know that once i get there, i’ll adjust (again) and will be fine. and i do know that i’ll think of the states often.

i could go on. i could write about how the Lord challenged me in many ways today. but since that would bore half of you, i could tell you all the funny little things that have happened since i’ve been on break. but that would bore the other half who are interested in the first option. is there a happy medium? i’m not sure. i do know that while my daddy and i drove home today at 4:40pm, i looked to my right and saw a large whiteish/pinkish circle on the horizon. gazing at it for a few minutes i sighed and said, “what a pretty sunset!” my dad turned to me and said, “umm… that’s the moon.”