I feel like I am 19. Well, perhaps that isn't correct. I don't actually feel like I am 19 since I am no longer as spry and limber as I once was now that I am edging ever closer to the big three naught. But as I look around me I see 19 year old things. You see, I am living in a dormitory for the summer.
I always knew there was a small piece of me that pushed for graduate school in an effort to recapture some idyllic feeling of college, but I never thought that the closest I would get would be living in a dorm again. Loud parties at night that I can hear through the window that keep me up? Check. Cheap furniture? Check. Empty beer bottles on the bookshelf? Check. Crappy floors? Check. Common areas that are just a little too common? Check. Thankfully I have my own bathroom and shower and have no roommate.
So I journeyed forth from the posh environs of Baron's Court in London to a dorm in the lovely Black Forest town of Freiburg, home to the famous University and now me--at least for two months. I have not had much time to explore the city, but did go into town to buy a pair of pants (oh and how German they are, too!). I will have pictures up as soon as I get them. I haven't really met anyone yet and am disappointed in my class level quite a bit. Hopefully both of these situations will soon be rectified. Tomorrow is a holiday here, Corpus Christi, so we don't have class and if I get up in time I will go into the city and take a gander at the procession.