Warning: This post does not contain the pretty pictures and careless happy thoughts of previous blog posts.It explores more into my emotions about exchange and my thoughts as my year comes to an end.
I dont know how this happened. I dont know how its possible that i have only a few hours before i need to fly back to the USA. I refuse to accept that this amazing exchange year is almost at an end. I want to be an exchange student forever.
Throughout the past couple of weeks i have been going through some serious denial about leaving my new home here in Germany. It is strange when i think back to my first couple of weeks here and how it seems like they were years ago. My memories of those times are quite clear, but seem also a little blurry as i can no longer connect with the person i was when i came to Germany a year ago. I have changed in so many ways through this experience, but the change is hard to put in words.
I have become self-sufficient, but know when its ok to be dependent.
I have become even more independent, and yes dad that is possible.
I have become a lot more responsible, although i have certainly have explored the irresponsible.
I have identified my true values in life and although I think i have known them all along, it took this experience for me to realize them.
I have learned important and weird life skills like drinking coffee, being embarrassed, being alone, napping, drinking beer, ways to open beer, being tired, adapting, being open(with myself and others), going a year without a hair cut, sharing the bathroom, living without central heating, and so much more.
This list could go on for pages. Through exchange i have become a totally different person though the experiences i have had and the lessons i have learned. I am scared that when i go back to the US that no one will be able to relate with this new, very different, me. I really hate that this is exactly what Rotary said during the orientation and that it is completely true.
I spent my exchange year in a small town in the very flat land in Northern Germany. The complete opposite of what i was hoping for. I wanted to spent the year in Spain, Italy, or Argentina. How did i end up here? I embraced the challenge of this foreign land and at some point during my exchange my small town turned from a topic of resentment to a place i am head-over-heels in love with.
I love going to buy bread early in the morning and running into 5 people i know. I love biking through the fields and having the people i pass wave and say hi. I love sitting at the lake with my friends and watching the sun set as it turns from pink to orange and sinks beneath the cows. I still really dont like the cows.
The one thing that is really different with exchange in a small town is your level of anonymity. I have heard from other exchange students in larger towns and cities about how they feel like the blend into the walls and can feel like they dont exist. In a more diverse environment exchange students are seen as normal and dont receive much special attention. In the three towns i have lived in this year of 13,000 , 3,000, and 300 (oh the irony of dwindling numbers) anonymity was not my issue. In fact, my issue was quite the opposite.
I am the only American who lives in this town, and for many of the people here i am the only American they have ever met. I found this at first exciting, but then rather stressful. I was known throughout the town as the “American girl”. Although not everyone at school knew my name at first, they all knew my story. Not only did they know my story, but they knew who i spent my time with, what i was doing that weekend, which disco i frequented, what i did with which boy, and so much more. Although i found it cool at first for everyone to know me, it became more than annoying as the year went on. I felt like i was up in the air suspended for everyone to see and i certainly did not feel like i fit in.
Luckily things started to settle down in school sometime in the cold of winter and i began to feel like i had a normal life here in the flats of Germany. I still received an abnormal amount of stares and whispers as i walked through the hallway at school, but by then i had accepted that as normal. It took up to my last few months for me to feel really excepted into this German society and really break into the german social circle. I have had good friends the whole year, but it took the whole year to feel accepted and not feel like such an outsider.
As with many Northern European people (sorry for stereotyping) Germans are polite and friendly at first, but are very reluctant to let you into their lives. Many people would use the expression involving an egg in this situation, but for Germans i prefer potatoes. I literally eat potatoes almost every day here and i have eaten them in way to many different ways than i can count. Germans are obsessed with potatoes. I learned how to peel a potato in my first host family and it was a source of frustration for me. I could peel it, but i was so much slower than the rest of my family and my potato never looked as nice as theirs did. Just like the potato, Germans have a skin which needs to be skillfully peeled off before you can really be accepted by them, and it takes a while to learn how to do it.
I have finally managed to peel a whole truck load of potatoes and now i have to leave. It doesnt seem fair.
This whole year i was something really special and different in this town. I was the American and that was my line. The best and most effective pickup line i have ever come across. At school, parties, discos all i needed to say was that i was the American girl and i could get whatever needed or wanted. My friends and i would joke that i would be lost when i returned to the US and could no longer use my line. I laughed it off knowing i had lots of time here and didnt think much of it. Now i cant stop thinking about it.
I have forgotten what it was like to not have everyone in town know my name. I have forgotten what it was like to walk through crowded hallways and have no one see you. I have forgotten what it was like to just be normal. This year i was anything but normal and i am really going to miss that.
I was digging through some things i wrote when i first arrived in Germany last year and i came across a list of things i missed from the US. Here is the list i made and a few small comments about how i feel about them now:
- Best friends – i will still always miss them, but i made so many new ones here from around the world
- The boulder homeless people- homeless people are cool in Berlin too
- Driving- i found that it is much more fun riding on the back of Scooters with Italian guys
- snowboarding- I have been snowboarding in the Alps
- Netflix- i still really miss netflix. come on Germans
- Boulder High school- I dont think i miss the school at all, but i do really miss learning
- poptarts- my mom brought some when she visited. score
- beerpong- Germans have this game called flunkyball, its so much better.
- mexican food- why eat mexican food when i can eat german food?
- family- i have three new families all of whom i love, but i miss my real family to death
- frozen yogurt- first thing i am eating when i get back home. Europe should catch onto this soon














































































