Windy Rainy Days

Its getting cold again. These last two weeks have been those beautiful spring weeks where every tree blooms and people are on the beach and on their bikes and you question if winter was actually even real or not. 

And then it starts raining again. 

And then you realize that Germany is 30 days from being over. 

Or at least my Germany is. 

My dream like year is coming to an end no matter how hard I fight against it. 

Today I went on a run with my puppy dog, Arthos Barthos (I'm putting a picture here because why not I love this dog he's the best dog on earth)

This was in January, don't think that its snowing again. Seriously. If you have those thoughts, the snow will come back. 

Anyways, we were running and part of the track that I like to take goes through a tree nursery and is next to a meadow and today it was so windy that all the trees and bushes looked as if they were going to be rooted up and I stopped and let everything around me move and stayed still for a few minutes. 

Life will never stop moving. Not for you, not for me, not for the good times or the bad times. 

My life has moved this past year, more so than it every has. I thought I was pretty cool when I came to Germany, I thought I knew what was what. 

But I had no clue. 

And while I'm scared to go home, I'm ready for the challenge. I'm ready for my family, for Boise High, for the foothills, for my Nicko and for every part of it. 

But on the flippy side, I'm not ready to leave Germany. Not ready to leave my Barthos, or my Tommy man, or my parents...

Not ready to leave spending rainy mornings with Linda, drinking coffee and cuddling up. 

Not ready to leave the Elbe, or Hamburg, or anything. 

And unfortunately, I'll never be ready. 

I don't want to leave, I don't want to go home, but I want to go home.