Stream of Goodbyes

Right before you’re heading to go somewhere you’re reflecting the past years, decades or at least what you will leave behind. It seems that the years of study, which have gone on for five years now – are a permanent farewell. Leaving your home city to study, finish your studies and lose sight of your study buddies, start a new course – drop out and start another new course (where you want to drop out, but you won’t, because you dropped out before and don’t want to be like a s.o who dropped out) and finally go for a semester (better: term) abroad and say goodbye to your study buddies, that you just said hello to. Not forgetting to mention loads of badly paid internships with goodbye cakes and goodbye cards.

The most amazing thing is, when you’re in your mid-twenties, that you’re likely to settle down. Not like building a house and getting married, but you know, a bit. The urbanised settle down. Being in a sincere relationship, move in together in a nice flat, great neighbourhood with a fair rent (Berlin, baby). But you want to move on. Especially when you’ve never lived in a foreign country before. Very bad for your CV. So you’re taking the last chance, take the advantage of Erasmus and go in your final semester before your thesis (again a thesis...) and try to have the great experience of intercultural communication. I know what I’m talking about, that’s the course where I dropped out. It’s fun in practice, not really in theory. But for that, you have to say goodbye to your beloved one and start a  l o n g – d i s t a n c e  r e l a t i o n s h i p. An awful name, for stressful Skype connections, where the video call doesn’t function and you always hear an echo. Or metallic noise. Awareness of the medium, nobody wants that for intimate discussions with your boyfriend. But that’s our generation, isn’t it? The Easy Jet generation with loads of bird strikes (three times in one month!). But never ever Ryanair.

But before the blog becomes a melodramatic teenage diary: thank you for reading, friends, randoms and voyeurs. I hope you appreciate the digital status messages. I’m very bad at staying in contact. As you might know. But you still read my blog. Yay!

Laura