Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

Walking down memory lane...

Exactly ten years ago I arrived in Japan. I left Germany on my birthday, had cake right before leaving Europe, got a Bento box as birthday present from my host parents and started school just a bit later. The first day in school I had to give a speech in Japanese in front of the whole school and until now it has been one of the most frightening things I had to do in my life. Here I was, the new kid, a different country, a different language and new rules I didn't know yet. It became one of the biggest learning experiences in my life.

Exactly ten years later, Ayumi and I went and revisited the school where we haven't been for ten year. Here is where we first met, became friends and share so many memories. Let's take a look.

The school gate
I was always late. We had to be in school by 8:25AM and they took your ID, if you were late. Every day I watched a few minutes of Asa Dorama (Morning Series) with my host mom, which ended at exactly 8AM, brushed my teeth and rushed the 5km to school over the steep hills of Nagoya. Until now I still remember the bright Japanese winter mornings, whenever I listen to Red Hot Chili Peppers, because that was my morning soundtrack on the way to school. In my last month, I was late the first three times and had to write an apology paper, why I was late and that it will not happen again. Oh, that month was hard!



The hallway
The first thing we remembered: the cold. Public schools don't have money, so each class got a week's worth of oil (or whatever it is called you put into a heater) and had to divide it up for each day. We brought blanket, scarfs and heat cushions to keep us warm. We used the heater until lunch and always closed the door, so the heat won't leave. In summer, it was unbearably hot and only a few rooms had air conditioning. You learn to appreciate German summer ;)


Class room
We sneaked into the building and found pupils having club activities and orchester practise. Oh the sound of screeching shoes on the gymnasium floor, the yelling of Kendou practise mixed with classical music from the music rooms sent me back ten years... Suddenly I was a girl again, asking Ayumi to go down to the kiosk with me to buy some dessert. Every floor had nine class rooms for one grade and you had mostly classes in that room, except for cooking, PE or English (and a few others I don't remember). The first time I was in school, I had to wait outside and peeked through this window where I saw lots of curious faces looking at me waiting for the new girl.



The class room
On the left side of the black board you can see the little heater that is supposed to heat the whole class. If I remember correctly, one class lasted 65 minutes, but as always it felt like eternity. During lunch break they made announcements over the speakers and occasionally even played some music. I hated sitting in the front. Most of the classes were uninteresting for me, because my Japanese level was way too low to follow, and I spent a huge amount of time on self study and writing letters. Obviously, teachers were always curious to see what I was doing. I loved sitting in the window row. I was in second year, so our class rooms were on the second floor and I loved gazing out of the window seeing someone in the other building sneak out of the class room or sports practice.

Time flies. We started with a conversation about Detective Conan and Ayumi invited me to watch the latest movie and here we are, ten years later talking about jobs, love, what bothers us and the future. I'm waiting for the moment when there will be wedding invitations, babies and children playing together and I love the thought that despite the distance, we will still know each other in ten years...


P.S.: So many details I start to remember when I look at the pictures... the blue dot on the chair indicates the size, the funny electric sponge cleaner on the heater. our teacher, who loved his poodle Sakura, the school festival, English classes without speaking English, the Uchiwa (Fan) we made for the school festival, which is still in my room, that I wore very bright socks once and got scolded for that, the school song I could never remember, music class, where they made us play guitar and I am just bad at playing it, and and and...

About a girl, who does the jack hammer dance


Clicking on the button that says "Book" and by that confirming my flight to South America, I had this rush of adrenalin that you get, when you know something big is going to happen. And it is! IT IS SOUTH AMERICA, FOR GOD'S SAKE! SIX WEEKS! Jack hammer dance big time. The last months were covered in fog of indecisiveness regarding a lot of things and suddenly all loose ends came together. This little click on the button was just the cherry on top of the ice cream cup of life and since then I cannot stop grinning. Again, jack hammer dance even bigger time.

So here we go again: a journal about my travels. My journals/blogs served me already during my time in Japan after High school graduation, my life in the south of Germany and again in Japan and my travels from there. I just flipped through a variety of entries and looked back with a fond eye on silly six-years-younger-me. I still have the need to tell EVERYTHING. And NOW. And with a lot of EXCLAMATION MARKS (!!!!) when I talk, but I think over time I found a more subtle way to convey my emotions of that particular moment in written words. Please don't mind the occasional ♥ or :D or ♪, I just cannot get rid of them. This blog is mostly for keeping my worried family and friends informed about what is going on down in South America, but also kind of a travel log book for myself. For first hand impressions, pictures, ect. have a look at my Tumblr.

HERE IS THE PLAN:
I am flying down to Buenos Aires, where I meet Philipp, my travel companion. For the last three months he worked in Montevideo, the beautiful capital of Uruguay, acquiring mad Spanish skills. I will be part of the first six weeks of his big tour panamericano and we will cover Uruguay, Argentina, Chile and Bolivia, from where I will head back to Germany and he will continue his journey. We are in the midst of planning and selecting, but as you may have noticed South America is quite big and ruling something is really hard for me. So step by step, you will see the details of our whereabouts become clearer.

Oh and by the way HELLO, thanks for stopping by and reading :)



P.S.: If you wonder what the heck a jack hammer dance is, it is kind of a secret thing my sister and me do, when we are too excited... if you get to know us, we'll teach you.

All Good Things Come To An End

All Good Things come to an End

a chapter ended.

the last week was a crazy haze of organizing and packing my stuff, handling business, meeting people for the last time and grabbing some sleep in between. by the time it was sunday, the apartment was as good as new, my belongings were on their way to berlin and i even managed to attend a friend's farewell party. but as i woke up on sunday at 6:30am with only three hours of sleep i found a place that was stripped bare of all its charme. it was still a beautiful place, but so damn empty. i walked into my room, hearing every step so hollowly and finally saw that spot, where i messed up painting the wall three years ago. still smells like my room, has my trace, but will never be my room again.

so sunday.
arabella and i got on this journey with hell yeah too much stuff. i intended to take a picture of her at every stop we took (there were THREE), but duly noted Deutsche Bahn again provided a wonderful service, so that either i had to pull her the platform all the way up and the next one back again or the doors were way too narrow or just to high to lift her into the train. not to forget the device i had to put her into, aaaaaah! luckily, bike travelers are a nice kind of folks. back in ludwigshafen i often took my bike to work in heidelberg using local trains and never had any trouble, so i was quite surprised by all these obstacles. by the time i was in the train i was just glad i did it and totally forgot about the pictures.

24h into living in my room, i am still hung up about the wonderful time that ended. even if i had tried to extend it, it wouldn't have been the same with most of my friends gone and yes, everything is new and exciting, but i am allowed to yearn a bit for those days, right? at least a little bit more ;) so i hung up the cat i got from a very good friend from japan that was also in my old room. and it feels better. i enter my new room (which by the way is quite awesome, but more on that later) and feel a little bit at home. this is getting better.

Memories


my bike arabella
the scribbled note of a friend saying バイトがんばって! (good luck for work!)
the point card of my favorite café
a tumbler i don't really use, but got as a present from a dear friend
a book i like, but haven't looked at for a long time
the plant i always forget to water
the goldfish glass without a goldfish

i've got exactly one car load to transport all my belongings from ludwigshafen to berlin. clothes, books, cds, kitchen stuff, furniture. everything has its use and meaning, but somehow everything is just weight i carry around. is it better to throw something out and buy a new one instead or is it worth to drive it 600km to berlin? what is really essential? not only in a practical, but emotional way? it's so hard to decide what to give away or throw out and what to keep. i love keeping things that i associate with a certain memory. that's why my room is always messy, that's why i still have that ticket from a concert six years ago. oh, it's going to be hard...