Two Villages and a Dead Week

That week was not my finest hour. Cabin fever so bad I could feel the ceiling pressing down. Ana and I had been fighting more and more—whatever loose, easy feeling we’d had over summer was completely gone—and the Abitur situation was still dragging on unresolved. My days had the shape of a small tragedy: let the morning pass doing nothing, sit in front of ICQ all afternoon, feel tired from the inactivity by evening. Something had to change.

So I did something about it. Wrapped up warm and cycled to Türkheim—two villages over, not nothing, especially with a broken left earphone letting in the cold—to see Ana and try to clear the air between us. It turned into a genuinely good evening. We walked, we bought things, I bickered with Irina, we ate something actually healthy, watched sitcoms, and listened to Muse. That last bit especially—there’s something about Muse at the end of a rotten week that feels like pressure finally releasing. It was good to do something without the stale residue of the weekend before hanging over everything. She left for Bonn with her class the next morning.

The Abitur thing needed pushing, so I went to the employment office to get it moving. Still unclear how I’ll finance it, but a part-time job wouldn’t bother me. We’ll see. Here’s hoping the weekend improves.