Writing

So if you just aim to write for the purpose of writing, what would you get?

Let’s see. It’s 10:30 at night and I wrote this sentence twice because my keyboard is German and I’m still not used to where some of the keys are. So I guess we’re talking about Germany.

Two days ago, it rained so hard I had to close the window so it wouldn’t flood the room, then it got sunny as hell, and then it rained again. The Germans say there’s no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothes. Well, how am I supposed to cope with plus 30 degrees with no air-conditioner?

I didn’t go out to watch any of the Euro matches and the Final’s coming up which is actually in Berlin. Partly because of the weather, partly because Italy was eliminated early on, partly because it’s no fun going to watch games alone and the few people I know in the city had other things going on.

I have lived alone for years. My hobbies are watching films and playing video games and I do both of them alone. But before, you always knew you had the option of other people. People who spoke your language, had a history with you, your friends. Here, even if I knew German, it’s still different. It hits different.

I try to be productive. I study, sometimes I cook, I try to stay in touch with family and friends. I know it takes time, and I know I’m moving in the right direction. I just have to keep going. I can do this.