What a Difference a Day Makes

It’s 7:30am. My useless curtain has let the sunlight in as usual. Maybe I’ll just roll over and go back to sleep. Reading. Food shopping. Seminar. Cleaning. Washing. Presentation. Dinner. Get cracking on that to-do list!

Woah, woah, woah. We haven’t even had breakfast yet. I scratch around for a clean bowl and a clean glass. Cornflakes. Orange juice. Milk. Just put them all in the right thing in the right order.

Ok good, time to get the tram. Double check you’ve locked the door. No, triple check. Keys? Wallet? ID? Go. Crikey it’s cold out here. 2 minutes until the tram comes. Wait by the bin so you’re right by the door when it stops. Get on the front so you don’t have to walk so far at the other end. Thank goodness there’s heating on this thing.

Red man. Wait. Wait. Patience. Green man. Go go go. I thought this was a pedestrianised zone? What are all these delivery vans doing? Why has that Mercedes just tried to run me over? Quick, look up at the pretty buildings. Now focus.

Oh gosh, this seminar. Who am I kidding that I can do philosophy? Everyone here thinks I study philosophy. I don’t. What was that reading about? I haven’t a clue. I can’t breathe. Why am I so nervous? Do I look as nervous on the outside? Do any of these people feel the same right now?

Wait a minute, I’m sort of understanding this. And it’s quite interesting. Now it’s over. Off to the library. Bag in the locker. Up the stairs. No, not those stairs. Into the Lesersaal first, then up those stairs. Ok, print the next load of reading.

Lunch time. Queue time. I’m too warm. I’m hungry. This queue is too slow. Salad leaves. Cucumber. Squeeze through the crowd. Spag bol! Weigh plate. Place card on reader. ‘Guten Appetit’. ‘Dankeschön’.

Tram part 2. Ahh the 22. My good friend. Bismarckplatz. Altes Hallenbad. Römerstraße. Volkshochschule. Betriebshof. Czernybrücke. Gadamerplatz. Eppelheimer Terrasse. Henkel-Teroson-Straße. Home. Reassuring or monotonous? I’m not sure.

More reading. Does this really make me happy? What am I doing here? I can’t wait to finish studying. No more student accommodation, no more worrying about presentations on silent films. A year feels like such a long time. I was so excited before.

I miss the air, I miss my friends, I miss my mother, I miss it when life was a party to be thrown. But that was a million years ago.

Yes, Adele, I know what you mean.

Anyway, wash up this morning’s bowl and glass. Time to see some friends. That’ll be nice. Another tram, and now a bus. I’m so tired. Ooh German food. And German friends. We chat, we sing, we pray. They chat, I listen. They try to include me in the conversation, but my words turn to mush. The bus is coming soon. I slip away.

Oh dear, oh dear. That wasn’t much good. I’m not very good at German. I was always lazy at learning it. Maybe I’ve peaked already. I won’t get any better than this, and then I’ll fail my degree. That’s ok, lots of successful people dropped out of uni. Right? I am so tired.

The sun is up. What a beautiful morning. Thank you, Lord. I think I’ll have banana on my cornflakes today. Yeah, then I’ll shave as well. Bit of self care.

Oh yep, I’ve got some reading to do. That could take a while. Let’s just try an hour now. Oh look, it’s done. What next? Perhaps the library.

Look at that view from the tram. Those hills. Those autumn colours. Wow. I am so lucky to be here. In a few years’ time I’ll look back on this and think ‘what an amazing year that was’.

I’ve got long weekends too. Perhaps I’ll go away soon. Switzerland isn’t far, that’s on my list of places to go. I’ll do that after this presentation’s done maybe. Something to look forward to.

Let’s just nip into all the shops on the way to the library. Those prices are ridiculous! Imagine advertising a €250 coat in the window as if that would entice people in! €20 and we’ve got a deal. Those shoes are nice though, I’ll take those.

Now let’s ask the librarian for some help with that book we’ve ordered. ‘Also ich hab ein Buch vorgemerkt…’ There we go, you can speak German. Maybe you’ll get a degree after all. Just keep trying.

Ok, home time. We’ll do a little bit more work, and then we can enjoy some food, get under the blanket, and stick some tele on. Stop work at 8, and come back to it in the morning. Sleep.

What a difference a day made! Twenty four little hours brought the sun and the flowers, where there used to be rain.

Indeed, Dinah Washington. Indeed.

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Matthew 11:28.

 

Dan 🙂

 

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2 thoughts on “What a Difference a Day Makes

  1. Nah! Hugs from your Mummy 🙂 Have to have a meh day every now and again to appreciate the blessings. We know it’s not easy Dear but you are doing great and it certainly sounds like it’s worth persevering.
    I listened to the Kermode & Mayo podcast today – made me smile while I was doing housework! Little treats and pleasures to brighten the day…

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    1. Thank you Mum! It’s that old rollercoaster cliché, amazing how one day everything’s under control and the next everything is stressful. But I’m getting there and remembering to recognise when I’m tired and being unrealistic! All about those little things to brighten your day like you say…! Sleep tight X

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