Die Loreley

Ich weiß nicht, was soll es bedeuten,
Daß ich so traurig bin,
Ein Märchen aus uralten Zeiten,
Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.
Die Luft ist kühl und es dunkelt,
Und ruhig fließt der Rhein;
Der Gipfel des Berges funkelt,
Im Abendsonnenschein.

Die schönste Jungfrau sitzet
Dort oben wunderbar,
Ihr gold’nes Geschmeide blitzet,
Sie kämmt ihr goldenes Haar,
Sie kämmt es mit goldenem Kamme,
Und singt ein Lied dabei;
Das hat eine wundersame,
Gewalt’ge Melodei.

Den Schiffer im kleinen Schiffe,
Ergreift es mit wildem Weh;
Er schaut nicht die Felsenriffe,
Er schaut nur hinauf in die Höh’.
Ich glaube, die Wellen verschlingen
Am Ende Schiffer und Kahn,
Und das hat mit ihrem Singen,
Die Loreley getan.

I can’t reallz explain how I’m feeling right now. It’s really odd. I feel like I just drowned in the Rhine, all thanks to a beautiful song and the like. If home is where the heart is, I belong with my friends. If you know me, it wasn’t a song that got me.

Winning London

That was it for London. I know what you might be thinking, but really, the trip was only ever planned for a few days. I’m okay with that, as much as I love London and all, I’m anxious to get things rolling. We’re going to fly to Germany in just a couple hours (plans change, no driving) and I’m ready for it. I’m nervous about my German, but my mom says I’ll be fine.

I can’t say that I’m unhappy. On the contrary, last night was one of the more magical nights I’ve gone through. Why don’t we have a subway? Better, why don’t we have a subway that has random indie singers in them? Once more, why don’t we show plays like The Producers at home? I just shot myself in the foot with that one (I’m pretty sure we do show them) and I’d like to suggest that we all see one, some time.

Part of me really wants to like this city. No, that’s not quite my meaning. Part of me is does fit in with this city. Aside from the driving on the wrong side of the road, it’s a lot like Boston. Everything seems to fit: the food, the transportation, the entertainment, etc. But there’s another part of me that just can’t stand bumping into strangers all day without getting even the slightest sign of humanity out of them. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I probably actually do come off looking like a tourist with my big family and all, but a smile would be nice. If I am going to sit with you on the tube for more that one stop, shall we have a nice little chat, or shall we suffer in silence. Speaking of silence, why doesn’t anyone talk in lifts– erm, elevators?

It’s a really great place, but I’ve done it once before and this time was another run around the same old. I’ll be glad to share it with you sometime in person, but until now, suffice it to say that it was worth the flight. I miss you, too. I’m pretty sure that has something to do with how I feel about the trip. Without you here, there’s just less to say. Family is wonderful, though, and London feels more like home than home does, but without you here, it just isn’t the same.

I’m going to Germany, though, and until then, fare thee well.

Concerning the UFO Sightings

I guess this is me leaving– grudgingly, maybe; unhappy, probably not; leaving nonetheless. I’ve just had to hit the fact hard on that no one really cares and that I really will be doing this alone, but at the moment, I’m not so sure that I care. For the first time in a long while, I finally feel like it’s over, this us that I have in my head. For the first time in a long time I feel like I’m going home, even if it is alone.

I’ll be in Germany until the ninth of July, but probably unreachable until about band camp. Things like tonight make me unsure if I even want to come back, no matter. I’m still quite pathetic and would like to chat with you, so drop me e-mails (itrekkie [at] gmail [dot] com) and if you so like, your address and I write you a letter and some postcards, maybe even call you. I don’t know, I’m moving on, but I’d like you to go with me. It’s kind of something I have to do, and yes, I’m going to miss you, but this is it.

Until you believe me let me say this: they are real. So am I, even when I’m not here.