I'm sitting in Fabian's appartment in NYC. I'm not even tired anymore and already had a small bite of the big apple. The aircon is running, after a couple of days without checking mail I fired up the laptop. Finally this is gonna be a relaxing day, I guess ...
So let me tell you what happend beginning with Tuesday morning. Bjou and I got up really early and had to go to Weissach, the Porsche research site, as the uni organised that we could take our last oral exam there. Otherwise it would have been postponed until next friday which obviously would have been too late. However, I thought this would be fun as the lecturer, director of one developement branch, seemed to be a pretty cool guy during the semester. But he really gave us a hard time and in the end I was relieved that it still went smooth. It was around 11.30am when we made it back to Karlsruhe. At that time I had not even started to pack up my room! But before the agenda forced us to go to the cafeteria and we had lunch with the usual suspects.
In our basement I had found some of the boxes I used to store my stuff when I was down under and so I expected to make considerable progress during the afternoon. But I also knew that packing things is just not my thing. I hate my life in boxes and in addition to that I always find stuff I haven't seen in a while. Everything has to be tried, played with and usually I try to sort things in a very special and even for myself complicated system that works so bad that I always stay with a box for everything that just did not find a spot. Even though I try to throw heaps of things out.
In between I went shopping with Bjou. We got quite some beer and food for the party that was supposed to take place at Labi's that night. When I left the pink appartment around 8pm I was late and frustrated because I was way behind my schedule and my room did not even look as if I was planning to leave. Luckily many really cool people showed up for our farewell so all hard feelings were forgotten around 9.30pm, as was my plan to get up early the next day. Well, at least I could have cared a lot more for my own condition but if you have such cool friends you simply can't! We laughed, talked, drank and partied till around 5am on Wednesday and so I didn't get much sleep. Still ... I felt the urge to hit the cafeteria again.
Actually I had told a lot of people that we wouldn't have to say goodbye for I would see them again anyway. Around 12am I took a quick shower and ran off, just to find out that everybody felt as hungover as I did. But it was sooo cool that we got a bunch of 14 (!!!) to occupy a table with us. For the protocoll: I had Spätzle with vegetarian Bolognese and some Kroketten (we had to wait, fight and cheer for).
The afternoon felt really bad. I wanted to make it quick and actually made progress for some hours. But finally my fatigue hit about half way through. It became a marathon which forced me to take some shortcuts. I.e. I have no idea what stuff I brought here, I just piled up at random. I also took another longish break around 5pm (I had told the driver that we would wanna leave around 6pm) to meet up with a friend for the traditional study-afternoon-coffee and to say goodbye once more.
It was 8.30pm when I had my gear in the trunk. The boys were cooking at our place, they wished me a lot of fun once more and then Lorant and I took off to Frankfurt where I wanted to meet my sister and brother for that night. The ride went smooth, we stopped for food and it turned 10.30pm when Lorant was playing with my sister's dog in her appartment, talking with my brother about bikes. I was freaking tired but didn't make it to the couch until 4h later. I had to organise train ticktes (Bjou doesn't know the difference between FFM airport station and FFM central station) and do some bank stuff, take photocopies of important documents and wait for the tumble-dryer and some cloth I took out of the washer in Ka before leaving. Slept like a baby, but only for five hours.
My brother gave me a ride to the airport - not for a flight but a train to Duesseldorf. Luckily it wasn't that crowded and after one more goodbye I sank into the seat Bjou had found me on the ICE. We had some time until the flight so it was cool to take another train from D main station to the airport. The hardest part was filling out another round of documents for LTU and convincing them that Bjou really wanted to leave the US again. He managed that and some security checks (and another round of random "explosives and drugs"-testing) later the only things left to do were some phone calls, as I haven't seen my parents in weeks. LTU messed up with some containers, so we took of 45mins late, it was 2.15pm, September 20th. NYC here we come.