09/12 - I know where I come from

Time flies by just as fast, another month finished. I got to work in the sports office of the newspaper I currently work for and got to collect some amazingly funny memories, mainly due to the two girls there: Caro and Natalie.

We had some crazy times in the office and also in private, visiting sports events together. And having a few drinks afterwards. 

I grew up in a handball family, played it all my life and still enjoy it, also watching it. I didn't play much since I moved here, but watched even more because of the second league handball team here. It's amazing how fast you grow out loyality towards a sports team. My roommate Svenja and me both went to as many games as possible, had a really good time there, sometimes just a second away from a heart attack.

As a girl from Dortmund, I know how it is to have one kind of sports dominating all media. We're a football city. Always were. Always will be. But Würzburg has the amazing chance of three big sportsteams in one city: handball, basketball and football. So I don't really see why there's only one team dominating media here, too. 

I realized this during my time in our sports office. However, I know where I come from and that's a handball family in a football city. I will always sympathize with the handball teams. 

I got a feeling that May also brought more cool people and closer relationships to those already there. To name those coming to my mind: Anna B., Felix, Natalie, Caro, Susi and Pia. Two really close friends came here to make one more weekend just perfect (Caro & Anneke, this goes out to you). I also went home for another seminar at university and met all the gold people - a hilarious night with the most fantastic "Don't look back in Anger" moment. 

I also spent another few wonderful days at home home, means Texel, with the whole family. I don't understand how I can ever leave this place. But I'm back here, and I'm making the most of it with the most amazing people here. 


08/12 - The Month That Didn't Exist

Was there an April this year? Because I think we just skipped it. There are four more months for me here in this city, and it just started to be difficult again.

Everything went just fine for me at the beginning of April even though I hadn't been home for six weeks. But that was okay. And then I went on a beautiful holiday with my parents for two beautiful weeks. I went home to the place I missed most, the second home I already have: Texel.

I spent much time with my parents as my brother couldn't come with us. It was amazing. It felt so so good. I felt so home and cared for and comforted. One week of sand and the sea, of wind and rain and sunshine, of bike tours and long beach walks, of evenings with my parents and me watching series and being comfortable with life. Leaving never hurt so bad.
Back home, I spend another two days with my dad and brother (as mom stayed on Texel) and it was so hilarious again. And then I had to go back here.

Don't get me wrong, I got used to this place and I really missed my roomies and I got people here that are important to me. However, coming back here just felt as if it was the first time, as if I had to start all over again.
It brought me down, made me upset, even desperate because I couldn't help this feeling of being lost and lonely. I had to get used to everything and everyone again and that made me sad and even more desperate.

I don't know if it's okay now. I only know one thing that made me really happy, that helped me forget how sad I felt - for only 45 minutes, but at least I had them. Because I went to see Shinedown opening an Iron Maiden show. I spent 80 euros to see these guys and when I entered that hall, I barely could hold back the tears.

I'm simply lucky to have my roomies having my back, taking care of me. And I'll be home again, soon. There are four months to come now, and I'm not sure if I want them to be over soon or not.


Shinedown rules forever

It's been almost a year since I went to my last Shinedown show. And I didn't expect to see the guys this year because the headline tour in Europe I'm desperately waiting for is still not announced. However, the guys are around here with Iron Maiden right now, opening the shows for the legend.

I'm not into Maiden at all and the dates weren't set good for me at first, so I didn't get a ticket. But then I heard more dates had been added, and one was yesterday in Frankfurt, only a one-hour-drive from here. I had no ticket, but I spontaneously decided to simply drive to Frankfurt and see what'll happen.

Long story short, I bought a ticket for 80 € to see 45 minutes of Shinedown basically.

I know that's insane. I simply needed to see them. Desperately. I wasn't feeling good the last days due to leaving my family again and returning to Würzburg. I don't know what exactly, but it hit me hard. Shinedown is the only band that can always cheer me up and so I just went there.

When I entered the hall fifteen minutes late, they were just playing "How Did You Love" and I could barely hold back the tears. Not because of the song, but because of seeing these four guys. Because they made me so happy. And strong. It just felt like my other family was up on stage in front of me.

These 45 minutes I had with them were short, way too short, but they were perfect. Zach Myers, guitarist of the band, waved at me when he saw me and threw a drumstick and a pick for me (I didn't get thr stick, though). I'm still about to cry when I think back to these moments.

I know it's hard for these men to leave their families behind, too. That's why I felt even more connected to them. And I am beyond grateful for what they do to me without even knowing it. And I want to give something back, but I fear I don't have much to give but a few words on a blog nobody reads.

I only wish I could tell them in person what they, their music and everything they stand for mean to me. But maybe, one day. As we all know: It's never goodbye, it's just 'till next time.



The Future of the Brotherhood

SPOILER ALERT: I thought I'd share what J.R. Ward shared with the world already because it's about the Black Dagger Brotherhood and the news are AMAZING.

Remember when I said I have no idea what Assail's book might be called? Well, it's most probably "The Thief". How do I know? Check out this Q&A from the book-event for "The Chosen" with the Warden and her fans in Cincinnati.


07/12 - #somuchlove

Another month flew by so fast. Seven gone, five more to come. 

The most striking thing within the past 30 days were my two roommates who turned out to be my family in the new city which isn't that new to me anymore. 

We shared a month of watching TV series, talking about everything and nothing, deep shit and super superficial, cooking and enjoying that we are so great at it, chilling together in each other's beds, having some ice cream or maybe some more, falling in love with the Lost characters (again) and being there for each other when it's mostly needed.

We've been through a month of mixed feelings and strange moments. However, we'll pull through. Of course, together. We even talked about getting tattooed and what should be the image we want to wear permanently. 

It's funny how much I miss these two girls now that I'm off for a holiday for almost two weeks. We got used to each other so much, we can barely stand a few days without the others. And that's what friendship is about, right? This time and its troubles keep us together and they strengthen our friendship in such an intense way. 

When we go back home, I know how much I'll need them in my life. And that's quite a good feeling because I know I can count on them being there. And whoever will hurt them, they'll regret it because I'll be there to break their bones just as well. 

Nothing left to say, only: #somuchlove


Best Friends and Partners in Crime

Today is national sibling-day in the U.S. So I thought I should say a few words about the best brother one could wish for.

The only thing about my brother John that's not cool is that he's not my twin-brother. That'd be awesome, even though I guess people would believe us if we told them we're twins anyway. Whatever. He's my best friend, always, and I know I can always count on him. He's the most funny guy I know, pretty handsome, too, by the way (Girls should better be the best female on earth if they want to get with him. Otherwise I'll break their bones.). I'll always have his back and I know he'll have mine.

The truth is, I wouldn't be able to live without him. We don't have to talk each day, write each day or see each other each day, but I need to know he's right there, and I need to be able to see him whenever I want to because he's the only one to really build me up on a rainy day.

So much about my brother - the coolest person to ever be alive in this world.


It's time to talk about... Assail

>> Xcor laughed with genuine respect. "You know what they say about suicide, don't you. No Fade for them." "Its not suicide if you shoot me first. Self-defense." "And your willing to test that out?" "If you are.” <<
― J.R. Ward - Lover Reborn

As a fan of the Black Dagger Brotherhood series, I accompanied many awesome characters through their development and got to know many on the way. The newest member of this very big and lovely family is a vampire called Assail, some badass bastard who is such a round character, I am willing to put him as number three on my list of BDB-characters I would marry (right behind Rehv who’s my number two and Phury – of course – being number one). This might also be because I understand the way Assail lives. It’s basically the way I would do it if I was in his situation. We’re pretty similar regarding our morals, our loyality and our image of the self.

When Assail first appeared, he wasn’t anything that I would call sympathetic. However, his rapid development changed this view as rapidly. Thanks to Marisol, the woman he fell in love with and lost just as fast, he became even darker, even more criminal, just to suddenly turn around completely and become not even loyal to the brothers and Wrath, but also a friend of Vishous’.

Still, he is far from being a perfect character, which makes him even better. There’s this similarity to Phury concerning the drug addiction, but also the acceptance of it and finally the withdrawal after his attempt to commit suicide just didn’t work out (thanks, Zsadist!).

I love how he is such an important character for the plot of the novels, regarding the Glymera, the attack of Wrath in his house and finally him working for the king as a spy. And yes, his way to get his hands dirty just makes him even more adorable as a character because it shows that he’s not the rich man who’s got his people to work. I mean, he even does the laundry himself, right?

I believe the way this man will be going will be an interesting one; it will be a hard one, but also one full of loyalty, friendship and most hopefully love. And I am sure J.R. Ward will find a way to bring back Marisol. I’m not sure what his book will be called, but I am waiting happily for it.