I find myself in Frankfurt, working, this month, in an unexpected turn of events. still, starting out as an intern, trying to understand the ins and outs of working in an organization. I like office work, provides me with some form of stability, and working with data. but of course I miss the mobility of shifting from place to place. I am too used to being in a crowd, but I welcome the quietness of the town that I live in, bumping into old people walking their dogs on Christmas Day, and arguing with my neighbour over my noisy walking (I ended up wearing slipper socks whenever I do my laundry to minimize the noise – I cant learn to be more graceful with my feet).
this, added with the my side job translating back home, seems to solidify myself as a working adult. I am back where was, maybe six years ago, freshly graduated and trying to find my footing. only this time, my surroundings have changed. I have changed. Its the same old game, only different circumstances. people have more or less drifted away, more babies are popped out, some in more solid relationships, some that don’t believe in love or refuse to call it so, some became pregnant, a friend republished her book, some travel their way as if that is exciting, some just crawl back into the familiar believing it is better for them (maybe). other people change, too, and it is childish to think otherwise.
the only thing I am sad about myself, is how spiritually poor I have become (both of us). It might be Europe being Europe, but we have only ourselves to blame.
perkaraperkara 