It has officially been one week since I returned to the US. Being back home is a strange mixture of familiarity and foreignness. It seems like I was just packing to leave for Freiburg but at the same time, it feels as though I’ve been gone for years. My trip back home was somewhat of an ordeal. I had the world’s strangest assortment of connections to get back to Valparaiso, Indiana. I flew from Basel, Switzerland to London, England to Toronto, Canada and then finally to Chicago, Illinois. I am always terrified of flying—not the whole flying at 30,000 feet in the air thing, but rather I’m terrified that either my luggage or I will get lost or run late somewhere along the way. Turns out I was right on one count. I asked in Basel if my luggage would make it all the way through to Chicago and I was reassured it would, but just as I had imagined, one of my suitcases got lost in the endless abyss that is the customs center at the Toronto airport. I went pant-less for a couple days, but my luggage arrived home a couple days later.
This is going to be the mother of all blog posts. The crème de la crème, the king of the hill. I’m about to tell you about the most terrifying, funniest, craziest month of my entire life. Hopefully, by the end, you’ll be able to understand why I haven’t been able to post often in the last month or so—because life has honestly been so upside-down that I can barely comprehend it.
The first week of school turned out to be less terrifying than I had anticipated. My classes seem manageable, enjoyable, and of course, they are all in German. The most unique class that I have is definitely my Turkish class. Back at IU, there are about six other students in my Turkish classes; needless to say, Turkish isn’t the most popular language offered at IU.
The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of adventure and excitement, which hopefully explains why my blog posts have been few and far between. Monday marked the first day of school here at Albert-Ludwigs-Universität Freiburg, which is a bit strange because friends back home at IU are beginning finals for the end of their semester.
Today is one of the most beautiful days I’ve seen in quite some time. The sky is crisp and clear; it radiates such a vibrant blue that it almost hurts to look directly at it without turbo strength sunglasses. I think the weather here is what I’ve grown to love the most about Freiburg.
There are a few things I want to blog about today, the first of which is that I just learned to drive a stick shift. Oh man was that hard. A few days ago, Christian and I went to the police station to ask whether my driver’s license constituted an international license. It was a pretty funny situation because it took not one but five different police officers to figure it out. The part that confused them the most was my height and weight; they were under the impression it was some sort of motorcycle or moped code.