Still Half Expecting the Airport

The first week is done and I still half-expect to be at an airport, on a flight home, all of it unwound back to what it was. Some part of my head hasn’t caught up. My old life is still queued up behind me like I only stepped outside for a minute.

But Berlin keeps interrupting. A flea market materialized on my street without warning. I ended up at the Illustrative exhibition with some people from work, then watching The Bourne Supremacy with Cedric and Rebecca—first one I’d seen from the series, which apparently doesn’t matter because it works fine as a standalone. Good film. Slightly alarming side effect: I left the cinema with a powerful urge to delete this whole journal and vanish into a new identity before they find me. I resisted. Barely.

Monday vocational school starts, and I’ve heard nothing good about it from anyone. We’ll see. More immediately: I’m waiting on my training allowance so I can find a real apartment. A big old place with high ceilings and a bathtub. Not symbolically—I haven’t had an actual bath in a week. Nora Tschirner will have to wait until I’ve at least sorted out the bathroom situation.

Yesterday I designed my first banner that’ll actually appear somewhere real—a teaser for a show called "Vertrauter Feind" on AXN. Small work. But it’s going to be out there on a live website. I kept opening the preview file just to look at it.