but I have one more week to go. Instead of blogging about Stuttgart 21, the unbelievable sums of money and the complete trashing of one of the few last good buildings in this place to be replaced by some underground ugly with a lot more overground ugly, I am ranting about uni. Instead of wallowing in the sounds of the accordeon player in Zürich, who played organ and orchestra pieces on one instrument, or Xavier Naidoo whom I was lucky enough to experience live, with no more than a microphone and a friend with a guitar in front of maybe 70 people, I am going on about how I will miss everything and everyone- or even better, not blogging at all.
And again this blog entry is accompanied by a song: yo no sé mañana by Luis Enrique. Right, salsa. It means as much as "I dont know tomorrow" and is one of those curious songs, that taken out the sexual subtext connotation goes for pretty much everything in life: on the one hand a perfect description of what I am anticipating in London: I have got no clue whatsoever. On the otherhand a life philosophy I try being a scolar of: whatever happens, happens. So instead of worrying, just do it and enjoy doing it, cuz everything will work out differently to what was expected and everything will work out well in its own way, even if it sucks at the first throught.
but thats what I am doing right now. I am worrying about the unknown ghost. I am scared of nothing and everything, of hating uni or my roommate, of being homesick, of loosing my boyfriend, even though deep inside I know I should stop worrying cuz Ill be way to busy to hate it, and london is so big im bound to find people I like. and Jürgen just rocks so much im sure it will work out even if a 400km distance is existant for an unknown amount of time.
...and the moments, you have to live them, you have to live them...
so what am I fussing about?
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