When the clock stuck midnight, I officially completed my one year in Weimar. Moving out was the hardest thing i have ever done but also the best one i guess. .
The hardest because I’m living my dream life, only my team (my closest ones) back home can’t be a part of this adventure. The best because it has made me confident, strong and open-minded, and it’s been so much fun. But it didn’t stop there. Even though I tried very hard but it was impossible for me to fit my whole life into 2 suitcases to bring with me. But it came by time that that’s okay. I no more had luxuries at my fingertips which i once used to have. Between the different dialects, accents and the extreme speed at which the locals and internations communicated, I was reverted down as a beginner again. But It took time and effort to get better, as well as embarrassing myself (sometimes). .
It was a year full of countless ups and downs and making enough memories to last for a lifetime. I am in a state of Euphoria. Met people who made me laugh. Smile. Grow. Lust. Crave. Feel. Made me mad but happy. A big thankyou to tge wonderful souls whom i have encountered so far.
But along the way I’ve gotten the opportunity to learn more about myself and so much more about the world that I live in. I feel that I have learned countless life lessons that I will hold with me forever.
Feels an year older. Aah!
P.s. As Absence makes the heart grow fonder and possibly more patriotic, i miss home even more now.