Schwimmen in der Isar. Englischer Garten #tbt #deutschland

Schwimmen in der Isar. Englischer Garten #tbt #deutschland

Kevinismus

A few people in Germany really did ask me if I had some kind of disability because my name is Kevin. Such an odd phenomenon.

point a to point b

today was my last day in grötzingen, a small and unserviced town hovering in a gaping hole between stuttgart, tübingen, and reutlingen. after nearly a whole calendar year (less about 10 days), i am leaving germany and flying back across the atlantic to the united states.

it’s hard to quantify what that feels like - the numbers don’t really say much anymore. this year was an ever tipping balance of worthwhile experience and struggle. for months now i have been counting down the days, but leaving germany can’t be simply labelled as a happy homecoming. as much as i have come to despise this little town, the room that i’ve stayed in for so long, i love this country. i’ve had a year to fuck up countless times, and to learn things that i simply couldn’t grasp in the comfortable hug of my middle class, suburban habitat.

there are so many people i am dying to see when i get home, and my countdown continues. 11 more days. i can’t wait to hug the girl i have been greeted by so many groggy mornings in my post-alarm-clock-buzz, pre-wakeup sleep cycles. i can’t wait to hike again with my best friend - to physically relearn the seldom hills of indiana, and to stomp into new and farther trailheads. i can’t even count the number of friends that i plan to see again, all so soon.

so i guess this is goodbye, deutschland. sure - i’ll be riding along your ever-flattening contours on my way to berlin tomorrow, and i’ll be roaming the streets of berlin for the next few days - but the year is now up and i’m hoping that i got as far as to learn the most important of things that i never thought i needed to know.

bis zum nächsten mal, and i’ve missed you, dear america.

thank you north american labour rioters for tag der arbeit

no, seriously, it’s awesome. Mailauf

the long nose of stuttgart.

i’m way too fucking poor
for this city
i don’t care about money
but i can’t reach people.

this whole place is an antique store
‘do not touch’
— thanks, the management

i haven’t felt
the human in a persons’ eyes
since i’ve been here.

it’s a foggy karfreitag.

it’s a foggy karfreitag.

Endlich gutes Wetter in Deutschland. Das heißt gute Laune!

Endlich gutes Wetter in Deutschland. Das heißt gute Laune!

I made it back from Berlin and had an incredible time there. Nothing like spending a week with friends in a world capital.

I made it back from Berlin and had an incredible time there. Nothing like spending a week with friends in a world capital.

the best part about germany

is that you can get places. a few hours ago i decided to visit freiburg, a city which is about 2 hours away from Stuttgart and rather close to the french border and strasbourg. i got some books, a jacket, and a bottle of wine and put them in my day-pack, and tomorrow i’ll get up, take the bus into stuttgart, and hop on a train, westbound. i’m meeting with one of my best friends, so we can celebrate our own little christmas together. at the end of the day, it’s just another train ride home. the ability to travel without a personal vehicle is completely wonderful.