Postcards from Far Away

In about an hour, I’m leaving for the train station so I can go surprise German Mom again and see her English class for one last time as students. They are done with their oral exams next week, and I’m so happy for them. They were so much fun to work with, and I miss them.

I wish that I’d had more time to work with them this year like I’d hoped, but I also wanted to give the new assistant a chance to make her own impression in the school. Therefore, I didn’t go as much as I would have liked it. However, I think it was good for me, too; if I had kept going back as often as I would have liked, I never would have moved on. Let’s be real - I’ve still not completely “moved on” from life at that school, but I am establishing a life in Mainz for myself, too.

I’m also going to pick up my sheet music so that I can practice before I go back down to play with the orchestra tomorrow. I picked up my flute last night, and I played some scales. It just felt so natural to be holding it again. I can’t believe I ever gave it up. Well, actually, I can. There were a lot of circumstances that played into me giving up the flute when I was 17, but now they don’t really exist anymore, and I have the opportunity to play it just because it’s fun, and that delights me.

I’m going to watch “Mad Men” and make my calfskin boots pretty and get ready to go.