So...everything is in German now.
This is going to be short, because it's late here and I'm tired, but I wanted to update.
I don't have pictures yet, my camera battery died, but my dad took a bunch of photos here and he said he'd email me a couple. So I'm going to hold off on stories until I get pictures to accompany. Stay tuned for Jesus with a really visible scrotum and other exciting tales of my adventure in Innsbruck.
I have a job, an office with a view that would make the world's richest CEO's jealous and a temporary place to stay. I am registered as a U.S. citizen living in Innsbruck, a student at the University of Innsbruck and am on my way to a bank account of my very own and a residence permit.
I am often terrified, lonely and sad. I can't talk to my damn boyfriend without crying. That's my latest goal--make it through a conversation without accumulating obnoxiously gross amounts of snot in my nose. It's one day at a time. I'd be lying if I said I never thought about just packing it all up and leaving, just 3 days in.
But I can't. I didn't go all this way to bitch out. If my relationship with...a certain really special person suffers, it would have suffered if I were in Boulder. As it stands, it's actually kind of powerful to be able to communicate regularly with someone across the planet.
I get by. It's really easy to get exercise around here, since I have to walk or bus everywhere. Goal for this weekend: get a bike. I've been mooching off of my dad for food, but he leaves tomorrow and I'll have to fend for myself. But they have broccoli here, and meat. I'm set.
It's really pretty here, the weather has been nice.
I'm going to bed now, though. Going to read a bit then pass out nicely.
Adios, amigos. Thanks for reading. That was a post relatively free of naughty language, IMO.