You're Never Fully Dressed...

Day one of the impromptu Germany Christmas excursion is underway. But it's much more than underway. Day one is almost gone. And I'm still sitting on my bed.

A day of traveling, one plane FULL of babies whose first experiences of flying are uncontrollable anger at the changing air pressure, and a cancelled train connection. It is a small wonder I slept for 13 hours before being prodded out of bed to shower because the scent of my socks is obscenely wafting through the room. It's been a slow start.

We're heading out today to re-accquiant ourselves with Tuebingen, the college town that I studied abroad at. It's really only been a year since I last visited during my internship and nothing here has really changed at all. I have though, I can feel that. There was a great debate over the effects that being abroad had on us all before we left. Who matured, the insides of becoming independent, world-travelled, the nuances between cultured and snooty. (Which I may be well slipping toward...)

Before I flew out of Detroit I had this overwhelming anxiety attack about my appearance. I scurried to the nearest Old Navy and dropped $211.04 on a wardrobe. Having now written out by behavior of the last few weeks, it seems like I'm slipping into this weird quarter-life crisis.

Maybe a three-week stay in Germany during the holidays is exactly what I need. Maybe that's what every 45 year old male says about his new cherry-red Mustang convertible.


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