I miss Mannheim

I started writing (oops I mean blogging) because I wanted to capture my study abroad experience. Last year at this very moment, I was in Mannheim, and I never thought I would miss it this much.
I was just reading some posts I wrote almost a year ago, “Home here, Home there” and "Its over... Sept 3, 2008 -- Dec 24, 2008," and  it made me regret missing out on what all I could have done there. I was so attached to Philly, that I never really let go of it, and kept on whining about how much I wanted to come back.
I am back. I have been back. But weirdly, I want to go back there now. Live with the same people. Have the same experience. And do things differently. Travel more. Stay away from my computer more. Laugh more. Live more.
I can not take time back, and I can not change the things that happened. Everything I am today, and I mean everything, is because of that experience. It did so much to me. Taught me so much.
But I missed out. And I shouldn’t have.
All in all. I miss Mannheim. I miss Aga. I miss Asia. I miss Adeel (and his food). I miss Rob. I miss Maciek. I miss Marie-Claire. I miss Sebastian’s cooking. I miss Anna and Anna trying to talk to me in English. I miss working with Mamadi and Alex. I miss running into Ronny, Jibbie and Dallas once in a while. I miss the Doners. I miss everything.