Oh my God.
God forbid – gott verboten – that it’s over.
At the risk of sounding like a Rhodes alumni, we had THE. BEST. TIME. Our trip was sensational.
I’m sitting here in my cold, empty dark flat, with clothes strewn all about me, 5 new pairs of shoes that give me a mini-orgasm when I look at them, a giant piece of the Berlin Wall (Hadta. Sorry, but I just hadta), and a feeling of escalating depression as I realise it’s over and I’ll be sitting in the office this morning.
Honestly, we had such a fucking epic time, I have 8000 emails to go through today because I didn’t step near a computer the entire time there. Berluin exceeded all my expectations, and I had some pretty high fucking expectations.
Actually, please only address me in German.
Any email in English – delete.
Even if it says in English that I won the lottery and therefore can live in Berlin for the rest of my life – delete.
The Dove and I are both wearing all our shit hot clothes we bought over there today to hold onto the feeling of being in Europe, and most importantly, Berlin. (They all look so effortlessly stylish there, and we figured out why: they LAYER everything. Layers, girls. I have 6 layers on today.) Which helps since Johannesburg is bloody freezing right now.
Address me in German, tell me who won Idols, I need something to look forward to and fast. Because right now, I’m about to burst into tears.
Coming back from trips is hard. Always. And the more I go, the harder it is to come back.
This trip is especially chronic, because it was so fucking wonderschon, mere words cannot explain.
I suppose we also flew the entire day back from Amsterdam yesterday. Never done a day flight to/from Europe, it’s not kiff, would definitely NOT recommend it.
So. I’m going to have to make a new fucking tapeworm for my wall and quickly. ‘Things To Look Forward To So That I Don’t Hurl Myself Off A Balcony’ worm.
Maybe I just need to sleep, since 4am was our average bedtime over the last 9 days. Either way am seriously so sad to be back. Waking up to the flotsam of Rosenthaler Platz has been usurped by waking up to fucking taxis hooting on the road.
Fuck it's going to be a long week. WHY is it over. WHY.