The moment you enter a room full of strangers, or the moment you get to meet a new person. The moment you wake up in a different city, or the moment you realize that you are far away from home. These moments come with an instant evaluation from your feelings. I dont like him. I feel uncomfortable. I think I am just right where I am. We could become good friends. And of course we believe in what we are feeling, even if these feelings are based on no valid premises whatsoever. They are based on the atmosphere, or the chemistry that we cannot define but are floating around in the air. We do not know why we feel that way. As in many situations the mind and the heart might be telling you different things – so who wins? I guess in the beginning it might seem like a clear win for our gut feeling, but then there comes a mediator into the game: time. With time we tend to reflect and listen more to our mind – we become more rational and start to doubt our feelings. Maybe I should give him a second chance. I dont need to feel that way. There is actually something good about this place. First impressions should not be our final ones. They might mislead us. But in the fight between the mind and the heart there is no clear winner, because sometimes our feelings are right from the start, time is not able to turn things around. But we can only know if we do not close ourselves right from the beginning.
Berlin. Full of excitement I moved to Berlin a bit more than one month ago. Reality hit me when I moved into my new apartment in Friedrichshain – one of the so-called „scene places“. This is how it looked to me: It’s dirty, there is graffiti, punks and homeless people everywhere. After coming from Maastricht and Sydney, I was not used to that anymore. No feeling of safetly – my gut feeling told me I hate Berlin already. Give it time, you will learn to love Berlin. It’s different. – that’s what people told me. So I tried. I tried to control my quick judgments and explore more of Berlin, to find the places and atmosphere I like. What can I tell you now? Berlin and I are not best friends yet, but this feeling of alienation and uncomfortableness is slowly diminishing. The only thing Im unsure about right now is whether it is because time made me get used to the circumstances or time made me rationally reflect about my situation and feelings. We’ll see.
Sleeveless Blazer – H&M (old; similar here or here)
Shorts – Vintage + DIY (similar here)
Sandals – Birkenstock Gizeh Fringe
I have not posted about my semester abroad in Sydney at all during my whole stay. I usually would apologize for being such a lazy blogger but to be honest, I think its legitimate if I say that I just did not want to waste any time sitting at the laptop writing posts when there was so much to explore outside. But now that my adventure has come to an end and I am leaving back home tomorrow, I feel like I need to write down some thoughts while they are still fresh.
There will be 2-3 more detailed posts about my semester abroad and everything I have done here and of course at least one video! Since I will have one month at home filled with doing literally nothing, this is for sure not an empty promise.
So, how does it feel leaving this place, which used to mean nothing to me and now is filled with plenty of memories?
Well, it’s is so difficult to describe it, that I will just have to go with… It’s weird! But let me tell you something that might help you understand. I spent the last couple of days in Sydney the same way I spent my first days here – just walking through the city with no plan where I’m going. However, this time it was different, it was more conscious. During my first strolls through the city I was impressed by the main sights; the Opera House, the Harbor Bridge and all the touristic must-sees. Excitement was huge and the story was yet to be written. During my last ones, I paid attention to way more details of my surroundings. Sydney is more than just the major attractions – its beauty is reflected in many more aspects. It might just be that one building at the corner of the street, or the cute coffee place located where nobody would expect it, or that flower booth in the center of the business district, or that amazing musician in the inner city, or…, or… But apart from all these things that create this lovely atmosphere, it is the memories that make Sydney so unique and special to me. The activities I’ve done, the people I met, the moments I will never forget. Walking through the streets, random memories kept popping up in my head. Memories that made me realize how quickly time passed, while at the same time realizing how much I became part of the city and that I am not a tourist anymore.
Home. Home is where the heart is they say – and as much as I love Sydney, my heart is where my family and friends are. I am happy to say that I have made most of my time here and that I have not wasted a single minute. It is time to go home and yea, I am ready to leave. But I know, I will return one day.
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