Walk Blindly to the Light

I don't like Stephen King. Maybe he writes good novels, but his short stories are kind of crap. I don't like his writing style. And I don't like how he ends his stories.

Nidhal is sleeping. He's a little sick. I miss Nidhal.

Today, we had to get up really early to go to Karlsruhe where I had my first job interview ever. Meh. It was ok, and probably not an accurate representation of normal job interviews. It was at a language school... Berlitz. I don't know how I feel about the whole thing. Nidhal thinks I'll be offered the job, but I think it's more of a long shot. If they find someone that can start sooner than I can or who simply seems better than me, then I'm out. I don't even know if I want the job.

I slept about one hour last night. That was not cool. But it didn't really have an effect until the train ride back from Karlsruhe. Because I was so tired, I felt really cold. During the first half of the trip, I was fairly awake, but the second half was tough. I was so cold that Nidhal finally told me to not sleep because I wouldn't feel so cold then. But I kept drifting off without realizing it.

There is a little snow in Freiburg right now, but there is more in the cities to the north. From the train, I could see the trees covered in snow. But it wasn't a blanket of snow. It looked instead like it was spring and every tree and bush was covered in bright, blooming, white flowers.

It's really cold, but I think it was sunny most of the time I was here. Today it was cloudy and drab, as though it knew that it was one of my last days. I want to be home with my family and friends, but I don't want to leave Nidhal. I want the best of both worlds simultaneously.

I think one of the main reasons that I like being in Germany so much is because there is German everywhere. Being surrounded with German is so much more interesting than being surrounded with English. German is a challenge (or more of one, at least). English is nothing.