Philly to Mannheim

At the airport...

You know how you never realize what something means to you till you leave it behind and then you look back and it’s gone… that is the weirdest feeling of all.

I won’t say I didn’t know the value or importance of that things before, but I just didn’t know how hard it would be to walk away. I am nice person in general, I cut people a lot of slack, I stick around but I never let go. I might forgive, but I always hold on to the past to make sense out of the future.

This blog is meant to be about my experiences in Germany and while traveling places in Europe, but I think everything that I have experienced in my personal life so far has all to do with Germany. When I say I know myself, I mean I know what people do can piss me off, and what can make me happy. What I don’t know is how much I am capable of trusting and believing in some people. I believe in God, and that helps. It really helps especially when you want to reason out all the bad stuff and think what you did made the almighty do this to you. I have tried reasoning out a lot of times the reason behind me traveling half way across the globe away from both friends and family when I was not suppose to enjoy it in the first place. A couple of things that I have short listed are:

• To know myself better
• To meet some amazing people
• To know whether faith lasts
• To experience the work culture of Germany

I can probably say few more, but these definitely seem the most plausible.

So I started by talking about the weirdest feeling of all when I am returning back to Germany right now and sitting at the airport writing down how I feel. I feel weird yes, I feel like I don’t wanna go back, but at the same time I do wanna go back and meet all those people I met; one last time. Say final goodbyes. Hope to meet them again in some part of the world or the other. 10 days in Philadelphia have been more than just pleasant. They have been a dream from which you do not want to wake up. I think when one does not expect a lot from something, it generally turns out to be very good. That’s exactly what happened here.

People surprise me the most even when the person in context is someone I know since a very long time. They do things which hurt you when you expect it least, they make you really happy when you did not even know they care, they make you cry when you were laughing a moment ago, and they leave just when you wanted them to stay. People just surprise me. And people who matter are responsible for making things good or bad for me.

Some hours later...

Its been 12 hours since I wrote that last para, and now I am in my room in Mannheim, and feel like I am back to reality. Its like I never left. But now I think I am more than ready to finally leave, and go back to the busy life of Drexel. 28 more days. That's what I have. Should not be that bad. May be I can get to see Spain or Paris or Prague if I am lucky enough, and may be I can really have a blast, right here in Mannheim!

I was way too random here. I think sitting at the airport with no internet and phone, just made my brain cells gather small pieces of information from here and there. Pardon me for the extreme randomness.