Thank God it's the Weekend

I know I still have some time left here in Cologne, but today has been truly bittersweet.

It's this culmination of five and a half months of experiences. Moments strung together by adventures and work and growth. These months have been nothing short of incredible. Life should come with a pause button so you can take it all in while it's happening. 

I tried this week. I tried to take a couple seconds and look at everything just one beat longer. Just an extra second to catch one more detail, one more tidbit. It's just too hard! 

And even as I want to slow down time and just take in every. last. bit. I'm trying to fast forward through these days until I'm home, home. I'm netflix and chilling with myself. I've watched home, the emperor's new groove, and the entire first season of sing it on. Which, by the way, was so, so good. I had a moment when a group from my alma mater was shown for a split second. I literally jumped out of my seat and hit my head on the light over the kitchen table. I rewatched that second like ten times and texted Ryan immediately. 

I left out that they were on for like point three seconds, because he'd probably think I was insane for getting that excited about point three seconds. BUT HELLO. Our guys won the ICCA quarter finals last year!

Anyway. I have so many plans for this weekend and I can't wait to get started. First up? Remembering some of these life lessons. Especially 36. And 9. Definitely 9. I'm glad someone wrote that down. Now, I can point it out to Ryan.

And because I absolutely can't resist..."wrong lever!"

Thank God it's the Weekend

I can't believe it's been four and a half months since I jumped the pond. As true as it is, it's still super weird to say you're an immigrant. It's weird, right? I mean, expat, immigrant; tomaTO, toMATo. So weird.

Anyway, I am definitely counting down the days until I get to kiss the ground in Newark. Gross? Yes. Needed? Probably not. But it's home (sort of).

In the meantime Ryan and I are steamrolling through these last couple months.

We binged on Master of None over one weekend when that hit Netflix. So, so good.

Which of course turned into us currently slamming through Parks and Rec. Because, hello, Aziz Ansari. I almost gave up on it in the first season, because I thought it was absolutely horrendous, but then there was season two, and three, and we just finished season four. It keeps getting better and BETTER.

For our next binge sesh (yep) I'm going to push for a weekend marathon of Harry Potter. Mainly because I read this article and then the first movie was on tv the next night. IT WAS A SIGN.

Speaking of signs. You know you're old when they do "where are they now" articles about your favorite cartoons growing up. But as a nineties kid, knowing what the Rugrats and Hey Arnold! crowd are doing now completes my life.

Is that bad?

Probably, just not as bad as relating to Spongebob. Honestly though, I think anyone can relate to thirteen. And that second one? THAT'S MY LIFE. EVERY. MORNING. You know, since the sun doesn't come up until like noon.

I'm not sure I'll ever stop laughing about nine. "Oh Neptune."

While I dream about this delicious, cheesy crostini, I'm going to the Haribo Outlet. To help keep my mind off all the things I miss from my kitchen. It's very logical.

After that, Ryan's going to let me run freely through more christmas markets so I can spend my life savings on all the tchotchke things. (And yes, I googled how to spell that.)

Lastly, I'd just like to say that Emily Blunt is one lucky SOB. I'd like to come home to this every day.

Sorry cutie. I still like coming home to your beard though.