LilieLavande

It’s already been one month again. One month since I’ve come back from London. One month full of new experiences and exciting stuff going on. I didn’t want to start all over again and apply for a new host family in England, so I had to move on with my life back here in Germany. (God I sound like a wise elderly lady who had just lost her husband...) No I’m only 18. Too young to know what I really want to do with my life and too young to make important decisions. But that’s exactly what I am expected to do since I’ve finished school. So I’m back at the beginning and what do I need for a fresh start? Exactly, money. First on the agenda: to find a new job. Now that I found one and have worked there for nearly 3 weeks now I realized, I don’t like it. I’m a morning person and I can’t cope with stress and pressure very well ... like at all. Which is great when you’re a waitress at a bar, isn’t it? Unfortunately I also suck at disappointing people and saying no,...

It's been one week.   One week of a new country. One week of a new town. I need to admit, I'm not at all a fan of rain. And yeah I know, that the UK might have not been the best choice then. But I actually had quite a lot of sun the last couple of days. Compared to my hometown, London is humongously big. I've been to Shoreditch and even that felt bigger than the whole inner city of Würzburg. I am truly overwhelmed! One week of a new culture. One week of a new family. Talking about culture, I have to adjust to not only one new culture but two. My host family are actually French living in London for 12 years now, so it's two new cultures at a time, another obstacle to overcome as well as the new location. One week of a new home. One week of a new life. The house is amazing! A lovely brick house right next to a little park but still really central and all white and grey interior making the rooms look very big and airy. My daily routine ...

Six weeks ago now... ... for 136 of us, a lot changed. There were heavy decisions to make, habits to lose and an important chapter to close. Six days from now... ... for me, another chapter's about to open. We all wrote wishes on tiny cards and let balloons fly. The photo was actually taken by a teacher of ours. While some of my classmates, comrades and companions might go to university, study psychology, biology or economy, travel around the world and work for their living, experiencing 5 different cultures, 6 different languages, 7 different countries in 8 months, I myself wasn't really keen on either of those two options. I could not imagine being so grown up already, going to university and paving the way for a future career. But then again I also could not imagine being completely on my own, hundreds and thousands of kilometers away from home, not knowing anyone and changing location like my underwear. So my A-levels got closer every week...