I have survived the January winter blues!

Any power and motivation to keep living in a foreign country began to sink down the toilet last month. January was sad. My St. Nikolaus died a week after Christmas. He went to sleep and never woke up. The updates from the America family were depressing and stressful. I stood at a train station and waved another sad goodbye. I went to one of the saddest funerals I’ve ever gone to.

Plus, it’s winter. Dark. Freezing. Dirty streets. Winter makes everything feel ten times worse.

But! That’s not why I’m blogging. I’m blogging to tell you that I SURVIVED. My power and motivation to keep living in a foreign country is back up and running! So. Here I go.

Things in January:


I started my new journal that Oma gave me for Christmas. It’s fun to write in this journal. The pages are big. I can glue things in. My handwriting has changed.


I watched “Love Story” and couldn’t decide if I liked it at the end. The line, “Love means never having to say you’re sorry” really stumped me. What do you think?


My English class had to read “About A Boy.” I loved it. And loved the movie. But the German girls thought it was boring. Guhhhhhh, come on people.


I presented this picture and taught my Spanish class about Dali. I spoke in Spanish and had the whole thing memorized. Two girls admitted that my presentation has been so far one of the best in the class. So bad ass. The thing is, I haven’t learned anything in Spanish. If you asked me what “she is” or “me” or “I eat” in Spanish is, I wouldn’t know.



“Karneval” is almost here! Carnival is a week-long celebration that occurs before lent, but no one knows that. In general, Carnival is when Germans dress up (like Halloween), dance in the streets, sing songs, and drink. drink. drink for a week straight (second week of February). But the people start celebrating Carnival a month before. Marie and her dance group performed inside a village tent full of dancing, smoking and crazy people dressed up for Carnival.


I am with Oma every day after school. We sit in the kitchen and eat mandarins. She drinks coffee, I drink hot chocolate. Some days, we talk for hours. Other days, we rest are heads on the table and look out the window.


Cologne happened. American friends. Big laughs. Headaches. Late nights. Micky.

I have fifteen minutes until my internet goes out. If I don’t get this blogged posted tonight, I’ll delete everything I wrote in the morning and end up not posting anything. So la la la, goodbye goodbye. Have a wonderful February.

6 Comments


  1. Dear Anne,
    I’m not sure if I have ever seen Love Story. I will have to watch it. For me love includes a lot of apologies. Chris & Scarlett turned me on to Nick Hornby. I haven’t read About a Boy but loved the movie. I’m glad you survived January.

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  2. Yes, saying sorry is good. Never saying it is bad. Love the post.

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  3. “Love means never having to say you’re sorry” is one of the most quoted lines ever. Who in hell knows what it means? It doesn’t sound true to me anyway.

    Anne, we saw that movie in a full theater and at the end you could hear everyone bawling. It made me laugh. Although, I do remember liking it, especially the Harvard scenes.

    Had your family to dinner tonight. Very fun.

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  4. I agree with the earlier comments. I know with family love even I have to say sorry a lot. Love About A Boy. Shake ya… Watch yaself. Shake ya… show me whatcha workin’ with.

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  5. So… I think you need to tell me what is going on with you and Mickey. 😉 Does he come to visit you often? Are you two going out? Details! Details! Keep having fun!

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  6. It’s not easy to apologize and admit you’re wrong. I think you show a great amount of love when you say sorry.

    Megan- I don’t see Micky often. But I have more chances in bumping into him during the next couple months. I will blog about him, when I have the courage to do so. =)

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