I temporarily left this blog to pursue the depth of life outside of silicon chips. (Not really, just been lazy.) After reflection, the result is: plans = catfood.
Most people know by now, I'm moving back to Vienna. There's a myriad of reasons (surprising!), all in all boils down to one simple line: I have not found anything that is important enough to me to keep sticking around.
When I first came here, Tina told me that Berlin is able to do both, lift you up to new heights and crash you into new lows. Neither has happened to me, but my experience tends towards, as you've guessed, the latter.
Even though I'm not carrying out my catfood as intended, I do not consider my actions to be a failure - they were of great importance and helped me learn. Some may take the following points for granted, but for someone grown up in Vienna, they're not:
So it's all good.
Why catfood? It's not the most important thing, but you shouldn't forget about it.
10. October 2006, 11:30
ja, bei den ersten grantigen gfriesen weiss man dann gleich wieder wie die alten meinl-plakate: "hier bin ich zuhause." in berlin kam ich mit einem jungen mann ins gespraech, der der meinung war, seine stadtleute seien die griesgraemigen und ich komme ja aus dem froehlichen sueden. hihi :-)
katharina on 14. October 2006, 16:53
najo catch peoples sight and smile ist fuer maedchen meistens nicht so rewarding, da hast ganz schnell einen pack aufdringliche maenner am hals. die katzenfuttermetapher kapier ich grad nicht.
sara on 14. October 2006, 23:43