we walked by the water and soon we were at a harbor. sailboats were anchored and birds flew around us. the sun was warm and i could hear people in the background as they ate their ice cream and sipped their coffee. and all i could think of was this day last summer. everything reminds… Continue reading here
sometimes words don’t come. sometimes i sit and stare at the screen as i fish for the right words to let you know what i’m up to and how i am. funny how my blog, which was only going to be for “creative” writing, has turned into such a newsletter of sorts – pictures of who… Continue reading update
oh, all the fun things i miss since i’m not at home. like seeing this: transform into this: amazing, i know.
i said goodbye to my closest friends from bodenseehof yesterday. i said goodbye to my kindred spirit from bodenseehof this morning. and to make matters worse, tonight i spent €2,80 on one and a half pieces of pizza. sometimes life is not fun.
mr.weatherman is rather confused and our seasons are a little backwards here on the bodensee. gone are the days when we’d sit out on our balconies in shorts and tank top working on homework and hopefully taking in some sun. now we sit inside and watch the snow fall — such big flakes and coming… Continue reading times change
pictures up. no writing right now. but pictures say it all anyway, right?
to austria for a few days. lovely.
week two.two of bible school. only two more weeks till it’s over. then i have two.zero more in germany. crazy. – – – an hour ago i wrote my final words and ended with an exclamation mark. not because the sentence was so interesting or the conclusion of the whole paragraph was asking for that extra… Continue reading three.twelve.oh-seven.
every now and then i go back here to have a bit of fun reading over what i wrote at age fourteen and fifteen (have i mentioned that i leave childhood behind in a few days?). i was so silly, so shallow, and so passionate about being a better person. most of them the public… Continue reading oldies
last night we had “Swedish Night.” there was much face painting and some dressed up like vikings (umm…er, where’d my picture of them go?). and then there was our group who found €1 “Sweden” hats from the World Cup. but after eating our swedish meatballs we took our hats off and donned our skirts and… Continue reading 6th hour