7 Days

Its freaky to think this time next week im going to be on a plane on the way back to new york. Real freaky. Honestly i have no desire to go back, to leave this amazing place ive come to call home. To leave all the magnificent scenery, the beautiful buildings, the delicious and numerous differnt types of food, the beautiful women, the history, the parties, the beer, the wine, just everything. I have no desire to go from a city where most things seem to be figured out, to a state thats drowning in its own foolishness. Its gonna be hard, and here's an apology in advance if im not so nice to you when i get back. I dont mean to be. Let's call it adjustment angst. Im gonna have to go back to all of those responsibilities. All of those illogical courses im going to have to take when i get back, just to get a piece of paper that says i know international relations.I can say without a doubt that i've probably learned more about international relations here from just being immersed in another culture for nearly a year, than im going to learn from the next 2 to 3 semesters of unterricht im gonna to have to take when i get back. Thinking that way now kind of makes me want to give it up and do something different. I dont have the faintest idea what that something different would be. But i have time to figure it out i suppose. Right now just the thought of Rockland County makes me really nervous. I have nothing against my family and friends there, im looking forward to seeing them. But just thinking of it all, i just get that yuck feeling. The feeling of crushing bordom, there being absolutley no viable public transit system to speak of, just the whole suburbia of it. I have encountered nothing even close to Rockland over here, and i love it. And no rant against Rockland would be complete without mentioning how much I loath Chris St. Lawrence. The root of many of the problems in the county. Ahh well time you are one heartless dictator of exsistance, relentless in that march forward to the end of things. This time last year, i could not imagine myself at this point. from the vantage point of Juli 2009, Juli 2010 was just some distant point, an unreachable goal for me at that point. Ja i knew it was coming, but it wouldnt be here for the longest time. But 10 Monaten of wine women song and German later here i am. In 7 days i have to return to the Amerikan Albtraum. Hurrah for me.