One Last Entry
6:10 - Graz Airport
As I found my seat on the flight from Graz, and thought about you all standing and waving up on the viewing platform, I finally felt like crying. So I got out my journal to capture the moment in words.
Of course, that means that right now, I'm bent over my lap, doing my best to keep the paper from getting wet.
It will be impossible not to miss you, Ana. It'll be just as hard not to miss Milan, and Jasminka. I lived with you for five months - shared yor lives for so long. Shared Ana's for over ten months. I don't want this to be the last ime I see you.
And now the plane is moving, turning, so I can see you out of my window one last time, and I really am crying. All I can see from here is three figures in dark clothing, with three hands waving, but I know it's you.
I know you couldn't see me, but I waved back. And I still managed to keep the paper dry, though my lap wasn't so lucky.
And so now... I've watched Graz and Austria shrinking away, and then lost it in the clouds. I can't go on writing, but..
Goodbye. Auf wiedersehen. And I mean it.
*
9:00 - Frankfurt Airport
Funny, I was so sad as I lost Ana and her parents for at least a rather long time. And now, I'm set off again at the loss of two small things.
Someone stole my rings. I took them off on the restroom in order to watch my hands, and I set them on the sink edge. And left them there. I realized this not halfway down the escalator seven meters from the restroom door. Of course, I turned right around and went back up as soon as I reached the floor, but I swear I've never felt an escalator move so slowly. I burst back into the restroom again, but too late. Not three minutes alone, and someone took my rings.
I hope I canfind a pair identical to them at the next dexter daze. For now.. my hands feel naked.
*
13:24 - Frankfurt Runway
As if losing my rings weren't enough... Apparently I missed.. something... I probably should've left more time to get to the loading platform, too. In any case, I got moving in the right direction with a quarter of an hour 'til takeoff. And came up agaonst a long, long, wide line of waiting people. I had no idea what it was for (hey, I did only get three hours of sleep), so I set off to find the head.
Then I hear my name being called. A man informed me the my luggage had been loaded, and that I was holding up the whole plane up. So I was rushed through security (which was the source of the long line), commanded to hurry, and taken, not to a gateway with a waiting plane, as I had expected, but to a gateway with a waiting bus.
The The man who was calling my name, the man who was checking tickets, and his partner were all rather nasty about it. The bus driver told me "it's not a problem," though I know full well it was. Leave it to me to hold up an entire trans-atlantic flight.
I don't think I can hold anything else up, though. Whatever else goes wrong, it won't be my fault. ... Unless someone stuck something in my baggage while I was taking advantage of the facilities...
Ah well. At least my little "dummheit" got me through that last security point pretty damn quick. e_e
*
So. It's all over. I'm home. Alone in my room. All the ramen I want. My brothers still act less mature than the second class kids I took german with. I'll still keep in touch with you, Ana, and anyone who emails me or starts an ICQ conversation.
It's hard to say too much. It's hard to say enough. Am I glad this happened? Of course! Without a doubt. I... I'm sure that any feelings you have about it all, Ana, I have them, too.
As for this journal, as the title suggests, this wil be my last entry as a newsletter. It'll be up fpr two weeks, and then I'll be locking my LJ account. After that, email will be necessary to figure out how I'm doing. Or there"s always that phone.
Goodbye, and thank you for reading.
As I found my seat on the flight from Graz, and thought about you all standing and waving up on the viewing platform, I finally felt like crying. So I got out my journal to capture the moment in words.
Of course, that means that right now, I'm bent over my lap, doing my best to keep the paper from getting wet.
It will be impossible not to miss you, Ana. It'll be just as hard not to miss Milan, and Jasminka. I lived with you for five months - shared yor lives for so long. Shared Ana's for over ten months. I don't want this to be the last ime I see you.
And now the plane is moving, turning, so I can see you out of my window one last time, and I really am crying. All I can see from here is three figures in dark clothing, with three hands waving, but I know it's you.
I know you couldn't see me, but I waved back. And I still managed to keep the paper dry, though my lap wasn't so lucky.
And so now... I've watched Graz and Austria shrinking away, and then lost it in the clouds. I can't go on writing, but..
Goodbye. Auf wiedersehen. And I mean it.
*
9:00 - Frankfurt Airport
Funny, I was so sad as I lost Ana and her parents for at least a rather long time. And now, I'm set off again at the loss of two small things.
Someone stole my rings. I took them off on the restroom in order to watch my hands, and I set them on the sink edge. And left them there. I realized this not halfway down the escalator seven meters from the restroom door. Of course, I turned right around and went back up as soon as I reached the floor, but I swear I've never felt an escalator move so slowly. I burst back into the restroom again, but too late. Not three minutes alone, and someone took my rings.
I hope I canfind a pair identical to them at the next dexter daze. For now.. my hands feel naked.
*
13:24 - Frankfurt Runway
As if losing my rings weren't enough... Apparently I missed.. something... I probably should've left more time to get to the loading platform, too. In any case, I got moving in the right direction with a quarter of an hour 'til takeoff. And came up agaonst a long, long, wide line of waiting people. I had no idea what it was for (hey, I did only get three hours of sleep), so I set off to find the head.
Then I hear my name being called. A man informed me the my luggage had been loaded, and that I was holding up the whole plane up. So I was rushed through security (which was the source of the long line), commanded to hurry, and taken, not to a gateway with a waiting plane, as I had expected, but to a gateway with a waiting bus.
The The man who was calling my name, the man who was checking tickets, and his partner were all rather nasty about it. The bus driver told me "it's not a problem," though I know full well it was. Leave it to me to hold up an entire trans-atlantic flight.
I don't think I can hold anything else up, though. Whatever else goes wrong, it won't be my fault. ... Unless someone stuck something in my baggage while I was taking advantage of the facilities...
Ah well. At least my little "dummheit" got me through that last security point pretty damn quick. e_e
*
So. It's all over. I'm home. Alone in my room. All the ramen I want. My brothers still act less mature than the second class kids I took german with. I'll still keep in touch with you, Ana, and anyone who emails me or starts an ICQ conversation.
It's hard to say too much. It's hard to say enough. Am I glad this happened? Of course! Without a doubt. I... I'm sure that any feelings you have about it all, Ana, I have them, too.
As for this journal, as the title suggests, this wil be my last entry as a newsletter. It'll be up fpr two weeks, and then I'll be locking my LJ account. After that, email will be necessary to figure out how I'm doing. Or there"s always that phone.
Goodbye, and thank you for reading.