Lost in Transit

The word 'transition' has been floating around my head this last fortnight. 

Transition  Transition  Transition

It's kinda sneaky sounding, don't you agree? The sharp 't', the sibilance of the middle 's' and sudden stop of the 'n'. Tran-sit-ion. I may be pulling a crappy English student trick here (stuck for analysis? Oh look - sibilance!) but I mean more to it than mere filler. 

I've been here a fortnight exactly. Is that all? It feels like I have been here for ever already; I'm getting pangs of homesickness, the route to Uni is now logged into my mental sat-nav and there is always a familiar face in this cafe or that street. How has this only been two weeks?

The seasons are changing too... Wilkommen Herbst!

I'll be honest, I feel pretty lost! I'm in the middle of this transition, feeling anxious about how the next few days, weeks, months will go. I find myself wishing with all my heart that I was back in England, then suddenly, plans are made and I'm so very thankful that I am here.

I'm exhausted ;)

Tomorrow I move (again) to my final destination; the nicest WG in all of Leipzig! (trust me, I have been so incredibly lucky!) Sure, it's a massive shake up, and my route to uni will change drastically, but in a few days it will be routine again. How worrying is that?!

-Rae