02.06.08

On thursday I went, again, to the Dr. for a check-up on my arms. and I can ride my bike again, and begin working on getting my range of motion back, but I still can't do anything too strenuous for a few weeks. Breaking my arms isn't exactly something imagined doing while I was here, but it really wasn't too bad, and it added a little something extra to my trip [in case this trip wasn't memorable enough by itself]

I try not to think about it much, but I guess it's a thought that's hard to get away from, seeing that it's already june reminds me, yet again, that my time here will shortly be over. I find it strange though, for as much as think about it, despite my efforts not to, I can't decide how I feel about it, I am excited to be back home in Oregon, and see everyone there again [as well as meet someone new in Seattle], but I also hate to leave here, it was a slow work in progress, but I've made some friends here, and it's become a bit of home: routines, habits, familiar places, things on the walls, giving directions to lost people [in german], and all those things. I think my desire to go home, and my desire to stay seem to kind of cancel each other out, leaving me with a sort of indifference [I just got a SMS from a friend about his sudden realization that
lederhosen=leather pants] about the 20.08.

-andrew