I’m back in Frankfurt. It’s weird, but also a relief to be out of Houston again. I love many things about it, but there was no point to me being there and I was ready to stop wasting time and get on with life. Not that I’m doing anything other than wasting time here these days. I still need to write a paper for a class from last semester that I’ve been putting off, and with the next semester’s classes starting Monday it’s about time for that to happen. I think it’s a bit ironic that I’ve already registered for fall classes at Rice, yet have very little idea what I’m going to take next week. But that’s the joy of study abroad, it doesn’t matter. Only it does now. I don’t intend to worry myself about it though.
It seems that all the girls who lived on my floor moved out while I was at home. I don’t really care because I rarely talked to any of them but I was excited to come back and find the crazy guy who lived next door to me has moved to the other end of the hall. My only hope is that the room stays empty, which I’m sure won’t happen.
Ok, I seriously think I had remnants of jet lag the entire month I was home. Which is very strange for me because in the past I’ve never had any trouble adjusting to new time zones after a day or two. But the entire time, no matter what time I went to sleep, I would wake up between 4 and 5 am and be very awake for at least 30 to 45 minutes. So it would seem that it would then be easier to adjust back to German time, usually the easier change anyhow. But no. Not for me. I’m tired all the time now, but I can’t fall asleep until 6 or 7 am and then I really only get 4 or 5 hours of sleep at the most before I’m awake and can’t sleep any longer. It’s probably attributable to stress, as my sleeping problems usually are. But I’m not ready to get back to the diphenhydramine dependency. There may not be much choice if I don’t figure something out before I have to start waking up for and paying attention to classes. The result of this is that I’m always so tired that I absolutely cannot concentrate on things, like the paper I should be writing. I’ll see how that goes.
Spring has come to Germany. It’s usually in the 50s or 60s during the day. Some days are sunny and beautiful, some days are cloudy, some rainy. The sunny days are nice, and rare here. But I really enjoy the gray cloudy days too, as strange as that sounds. I guess that means Germany is a good place for me to be, there are plenty of them.
As things get started up again here I’ll try to update more regularly; we shall see if that actually happens. But hopefully I’ll get back to the ridiculous stories, and away from the moody complaints. Almost every time you go out in this city something funny happens. It’s just a matter of remembering to tell people about it.