Fernweh... oder vielleicht eigentlich Heimweh

The one nice thing about squirrels is that there is less of a chance that they'll poop on your head. In comparison to pigeons, that is. The pigeons in Freiburg were like the squirrels in Ann Arbor. Everywhere. I miss Freiburg. I keep thinking about walking down a certain street or browsing in a certain store or buying groceries in Migros, and then I realize that these staples of my life for the past year are no longer just a Strassenbahn ride away. One day this past week, I was sitting in my French class and it was particularly not interesting. My mind wandered, and I caught myself considering stopping by Migros after class to pick up some food. But, of course, there is no Migros in Ann Arbor nor is there a [nice] grocery store within walking distance.

I'm sitting on my couch. I had a slice of leftover pizza and a smoothie for lunch.

Tomorrow, I have to give a presentation. Not cool.

Nidhal is taking a nap. Apparently he didn't fall asleep until 7am this morning. Poor kid. I think I heard him moving around at 4am.

I had a French test today and I think it went fairly well. We shall see.