My step into reality.

I did it; I tried reality for two days last week. It had a bitter taste. I flew back to Germany from Monday till Wednesday. When I arrived at Dublin Airport on Monday I could already hear so much German at the gate. The worst thing was the German translation of the security instructions in the Aer Lingus plane. It sounded even worse than a self learning-CD. No one talks like that. It wasn’t real. My time in Germany felt a bit unreal, too. I felt like a visitor in my own country. It was like waking up out of a deep dream. Well, I was happy to see my parents and my friends and I had a great time with them, short but great. None of my friends knew that I was coming so it was a very nice surprise. Another good thing was the food; finally I had proper meals again ;) I went out for dinner with my parents both nights; one night with my mom, one night with my dad and my little brother. He’s just one year old and he can take his first steps now :) Life is going on in Bremen; it’s a different life for me now. I miss so many things that are going on there, while I live here in Dublin. I start to accept the bubble as reality, my reality. The world outside is not real for me; it’s strange. I’m not ready for this world yet. And I don’t want to be. I’m happy I’m back in Dublin now. Back in the bubble; back home.