Du musst mir erzaehlen, meine Liebe, wie viel du kannst tun.
Life is too crazy for me. I feel like I know what I want to do with my life, because I do. And I've lived in Germany for a month now, and my German certainly spews out without trouble, except for things like work order, grammar, and correct words.
for ex. Me: "Hey Anne, should we put the dishes in your personal actor?"
Anne: "Umm...that's a dishwasher. And it's my family's."
me: "We're making a really complicated kitchen."
Anne: "..."
Anne: "You mean cake?"
Who was I kidding? When is life too crazy for me? Only when I've had a bit too much to drink and attempt to bicycle through cement blocks.
Anyway, yeah. I miss Amelie. I want to be wherever she is. And I want to hug her and give her tea and then she can yell at me for believing a cup of tea fixes everything when it actually doesn't (this is always news to me) and then everything will be what I'm used to.
Ja und? Ich liebe mein Leben hier, das stimmt. Alles ist spannend, ich schlafe viel und habe fast kein Stress.
for ex. Me: "Hey Anne, should we put the dishes in your personal actor?"
Anne: "Umm...that's a dishwasher. And it's my family's."
me: "We're making a really complicated kitchen."
Anne: "..."
Anne: "You mean cake?"
Who was I kidding? When is life too crazy for me? Only when I've had a bit too much to drink and attempt to bicycle through cement blocks.
Anyway, yeah. I miss Amelie. I want to be wherever she is. And I want to hug her and give her tea and then she can yell at me for believing a cup of tea fixes everything when it actually doesn't (this is always news to me) and then everything will be what I'm used to.
Ja und? Ich liebe mein Leben hier, das stimmt. Alles ist spannend, ich schlafe viel und habe fast kein Stress.