Promptly at 6:50 I wake up, it's still dark thanks to the beautiful ability of my new room to block out every facet of light that would love to creep into my room. Even though I'm up, partially conscious at such an early hour I have absolutely no desire to get out of bed, no, I lay in darkness for a little while before tuning in to Season 2 of The Wire. I don't know how I went so long without seeing this excellent show but I say I silent prayer of thankfulness for my sister and Bradley for bringing me into the light about it before I left. It's so peaceful here, Münster, Germany, a little ways north of Cologne, still in the state of North-Rhine-Westphalia.
The morning is a great time for me, it's invaluable really. Morning and late at night are the two times you can really just absorb yourself in your own thoughts, uninterrupted by other influences. So during the mornings I delve into thoughts, and this morning I was very consumed in the thoughts of Münster and my amazing experiences here so far.
I thought about my amazing host family, the whole package and how excited I am to get to know my host-dad, -mom, and brothers so well in the next ten months and how awesome it's going to be to be talking German for a majority of the day, interacting in such a friendly setting. Some of the best moments I've had so far have been cooking with my host pop. He worked as a chef for some time after studying so he knows his way around the kitchen and since I love to cook we've made it a quasi-tradition. I can only imagine how the cooking is going to develop over the next few months.
I thought about how beautiful Münster is. In a lot of facets, there are beautiful people, who ride around the town, known for its ferver for bike riding culture, a beautiful city, influenced by roman and gothic architectures, a beautiful environment, even though the clouds are often haunted by rain clouds, and a genuine beautiful personality of the entire university town culture. I smile to myself when I think about how lucky I am to be in such an amazing place and I can't imagine being anywhere else at this juncture.
As the wind wisps gently through my slightly ajar window, I think about my family, friends, loved ones at home. I think about how I wish they could experience some of these things with me, I think about how great it is to have such a wide support system and I think about how much I am happy I have found new friends here and new people to share experience with. I chuckle lightly to myself in the morning darkness about how I thought, even for a second of foregoing this opportunity, and I think of how great it is to have great guidance both here and above.
For one more second I think about my classes and the university which I will start attending next week as an international student, my blood boils with excitement, almost enough to fight the sleep from the corners of my consciousness And then right around 7:40 or so, I stop thinking. Sleep has overtaken me. Strange phenomenon indeed, waking up for a brief moment, maybe just to take some time and reflect on life, maybe to take to be happy genuinely happy and then to submerge myself once more into sleep. It doesn't last long though, eight o'clock calls and the bell tolls, a daily orchestra of church bells in the morning, bringing me back to life for the day and I can't be upset. For in my short time in Münster, those bells have come to symbolize the start of another great day and when they start to ring, I have no hesitations to get out and go.
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