Wednesday, 3. December 2014
Officially homesick
ell, 18:59h
I was back at the wormehole today, buying a christmas-present for Dashia and birthday-christmas-prestents for my cousin, who's birthday was on sunday and whom I'm gonna see again this weekend. (I hope he'll appreciate that I spent twenty bucks on him, although I have to admit that I'm counting on him lending me those Star Wars Commics once he's through...)
On the way down there I passed posters of the different choirs you found around the city having their christmas concerts. And that got me thinking.
I've not been in a choir or band or any group of peopl making music together for half a year now. It's the first time in eight years that I've been with out a choir for so long. It's the first time in eight years that I don't have a christmas concert coming up that I'm playing or singin in. It's the first time since I found my former church choir ten years ago that I've not been to their winter concert, due to the fact that I had late shift that day.
And it's the first time ever that when I walked out of the door and saw a soft powder of snow covering the leafless trees, the roofs, the cars and the grassy parts between the walkways that I thought scrap you. (Well actually not exactly that, but I want to stay family friendly.)
Now that we got snow outside and temperatures below the freezing point of water I have no excuse anymore for not wearing my anorak and today I got painfully aware of the fact that this winter I'm not going to wear it in the Italian Alpes (or any Alpes for that matter) with the crackling of ice-crystals under foot while sliding down a slope in cold-bright sunshine.
I'll not be going skiing with my mum like I used to. We'll not be celebrating christmas eve with my aunts family as we used to and I'll not really be celebrating with anyone that day as I used to, because I have to work early shift on the 25th.
Bottom line: It's December. I'm frustrated. I'm here for two monthes already and I have no choir, no sport and basically no hobby other than watching Castle (which is not really a hobby), reading books (which I don't do as much anymore as I did when I still had to get around by bus) and occasionally writing on my stories (but effectively not getting anywhere). Given, I do sewing while watching anything, but that's rather because of the holes in my clothes than being an actual hobby.
I even quit on the half an hour of daily guitar practice again already, because I found that I really degenerated in the last time and because I got no one listening than myself.
The only thing I can get myself to do right now is go and cook something for dinner and that only because I'm hungry and I ran out of five-minute-meals, milk and stuff to put on a bread.
On the way down there I passed posters of the different choirs you found around the city having their christmas concerts. And that got me thinking.
I've not been in a choir or band or any group of peopl making music together for half a year now. It's the first time in eight years that I've been with out a choir for so long. It's the first time in eight years that I don't have a christmas concert coming up that I'm playing or singin in. It's the first time since I found my former church choir ten years ago that I've not been to their winter concert, due to the fact that I had late shift that day.
And it's the first time ever that when I walked out of the door and saw a soft powder of snow covering the leafless trees, the roofs, the cars and the grassy parts between the walkways that I thought scrap you. (Well actually not exactly that, but I want to stay family friendly.)
Now that we got snow outside and temperatures below the freezing point of water I have no excuse anymore for not wearing my anorak and today I got painfully aware of the fact that this winter I'm not going to wear it in the Italian Alpes (or any Alpes for that matter) with the crackling of ice-crystals under foot while sliding down a slope in cold-bright sunshine.
I'll not be going skiing with my mum like I used to. We'll not be celebrating christmas eve with my aunts family as we used to and I'll not really be celebrating with anyone that day as I used to, because I have to work early shift on the 25th.
Bottom line: It's December. I'm frustrated. I'm here for two monthes already and I have no choir, no sport and basically no hobby other than watching Castle (which is not really a hobby), reading books (which I don't do as much anymore as I did when I still had to get around by bus) and occasionally writing on my stories (but effectively not getting anywhere). Given, I do sewing while watching anything, but that's rather because of the holes in my clothes than being an actual hobby.
I even quit on the half an hour of daily guitar practice again already, because I found that I really degenerated in the last time and because I got no one listening than myself.
The only thing I can get myself to do right now is go and cook something for dinner and that only because I'm hungry and I ran out of five-minute-meals, milk and stuff to put on a bread.
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quadrotriticale,
Thu 2014-12-04 19:50
Missing A Crewmember
First, the self-pity part:
I miss coming to school with somebody there whom I can tell that I just entered the building on the last part of Michael's London Calling, someone who knows what I'm talking about when I start singing said notes.
I miss having someone around who joins me when I start living out my catchy song of the day.
I miss singing in two voices (because no matter how hard you try, it just doesn't work alone, and belive me, i tried).
I miss rejoicing over the fact that there's a 42 without obvious relation printed on Dasha's economy worksheet. Now all that laughing takes place in my head.
I miss having someone who can sing a song with you, despite this song being instrumental.
I actually have enough jause [untranslatable German, but nevertheless awesome word for snack], because now it's only Sam and occasionally Dasha who cadge. I'm still not used to it.
But:
When you saw that snow, you knew that 38 minutes away I was opening a door thinking "Sugar! With water!!!" D': and that fucking connects us.
So much for family friendly xD
I miss coming to school with somebody there whom I can tell that I just entered the building on the last part of Michael's London Calling, someone who knows what I'm talking about when I start singing said notes.
I miss having someone around who joins me when I start living out my catchy song of the day.
I miss singing in two voices (because no matter how hard you try, it just doesn't work alone, and belive me, i tried).
I miss rejoicing over the fact that there's a 42 without obvious relation printed on Dasha's economy worksheet. Now all that laughing takes place in my head.
I miss having someone who can sing a song with you, despite this song being instrumental.
I actually have enough jause [untranslatable German, but nevertheless awesome word for snack], because now it's only Sam and occasionally Dasha who cadge. I'm still not used to it.
But:
When you saw that snow, you knew that 38 minutes away I was opening a door thinking "Sugar! With water!!!" D': and that fucking connects us.
So much for family friendly xD
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ell,
Thu 2014-12-04 20:25
Did you know...
... that I am humming multivoiced songs at work, humming all voices alternatingly, just so I wont forget them?
... that I'm humming everyday, because I got no one to sing with anymore?
... that I put the voices together in my head, thinking how great it would be to have you around so we could actually sing it?
... that I end up with Pirates of the Carribean or Michael's Star Trek at least once every day? (Those fit together quit great, try it out, it's awsome)
... that the first thing I thought when I first entered the wormhole was: "You would so love this!"
... that every time I see a 38, 42 or 47, or some other reference I feel so empty, because I know 99% of the people around me just wont get it?
... that I miss your ham sandwiches so much, that I turned down one already because it just couldn't be as good as yours anyway possible?
Now you do.
... that I'm humming everyday, because I got no one to sing with anymore?
... that I put the voices together in my head, thinking how great it would be to have you around so we could actually sing it?
... that I end up with Pirates of the Carribean or Michael's Star Trek at least once every day? (Those fit together quit great, try it out, it's awsome)
... that the first thing I thought when I first entered the wormhole was: "You would so love this!"
... that every time I see a 38, 42 or 47, or some other reference I feel so empty, because I know 99% of the people around me just wont get it?
... that I miss your ham sandwiches so much, that I turned down one already because it just couldn't be as good as yours anyway possible?
Now you do.
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quadrotriticale,
Fri 2014-12-05 19:54
Still,
you are the one who got out of this,
you can go to McDonald's in the middle of the night,
because you're the one who got out of this one-horse-town,
you're the girl who lives!
So try to enjoy it, knowing that on the other side of my dishwasher I'm doing and feeling exactly the same, and look forward to December 22 :)
P.S. Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw :3
you can go to McDonald's in the middle of the night,
because you're the one who got out of this one-horse-town,
you're the girl who lives!
So try to enjoy it, knowing that on the other side of my dishwasher I'm doing and feeling exactly the same, and look forward to December 22 :)
P.S. Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw :3
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quadrotriticale,
Fri 2014-12-05 19:54
Still,
you are the one who got out of this,
you can go to McDonald's in the middle of the night,
because you're the one who got out of this one-horse-town,
you're the girl who lives!
So try to enjoy it, knowing that on the other side of my dishwasher I'm doing and feeling exactly the same, and look forward to December 22 :)
you can go to McDonald's in the middle of the night,
because you're the one who got out of this one-horse-town,
you're the girl who lives!
So try to enjoy it, knowing that on the other side of my dishwasher I'm doing and feeling exactly the same, and look forward to December 22 :)
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ell,
Fri 2014-12-05 22:49
Theoretically
I can go to McDonald's in the middle of the night, but for that I got to walk down into the city and walk up again afterwards, so it's not really worth it.
Besides: I somehow miss the time when there was only one bus an hour and you were still getting the money for your bus cards from your parents because there was no other way... It was more peacefull back then ^^
Besides: I somehow miss the time when there was only one bus an hour and you were still getting the money for your bus cards from your parents because there was no other way... It was more peacefull back then ^^
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quadrotriticale,
Fri 2014-12-05 23:55
I envy you.
It's astounding how you can like this place. Sitting on the bus is, like, the most desperate time of my day because it's always the same and I every day the feeling grows that if I look up from my book for a split second and I immeadiately know where I am, how long it's going to take till I get to my stop and which door is going to open in which house because every one is stuck in their own depressing routine, I'm literally going to scream.
And don't tell me you miss paying 70 bucks for a freaking bus ticket?! Stop idealizing!
And don't tell me you miss paying 70 bucks for a freaking bus ticket?! Stop idealizing!
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ell,
Sat 2014-12-06 12:00
I miss
those 70 bucks being payd for by my mum. Now I got to buy my bus tickets and train tickets myself and if I would buy myself a month-ticket it would still be 40 bucks for me.
Besides we had some of our best moments in a bus and I just miss the chance to sleep for another half an hour in the morning while sitting on the bus, the making your homework in a shaking bus seat because you 'forgot' to do it at home and just realized you'd be in serious trouble not having it and, most of all, the reading on the bus without caring for anyone around and thus getting through a 500 page book in less than a week...
Besides we had some of our best moments in a bus and I just miss the chance to sleep for another half an hour in the morning while sitting on the bus, the making your homework in a shaking bus seat because you 'forgot' to do it at home and just realized you'd be in serious trouble not having it and, most of all, the reading on the bus without caring for anyone around and thus getting through a 500 page book in less than a week...
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