Mittwoch, 8. Mai 2013

Exchange is.. #4

Hier kommt jetzt der Text, den ich auch in mein Abschiedsbuch geschrieben hab.
Ich finde, er ist einfach perfekt und beschreibt ein ATJ mit all seinen Höhen und Tiefen wirklich gut:)

Exchange is change.
Rapid, brutal, beautiful, hurtful, colourful, amazing, unexpected, overwhelming and most of all constant change.
Change in lifestyle, country, language, friends, parents, houses, school, simply everything.
Exchange is realizing that everything they told you beforehand is wrong, but also right in a way.
Exchange is going from thinking you know who you are, to having no idea who
you are anymore to being someone new. But not entirely new. You are still the person you were before but you jumped into that ice cold lake.
You know how it feels like to be on your own. Away from home, with no one you really know. And you find out that you can actually do it.

Exchange is thinking. All the time. About everything. Thinking about those strange costumes, the strange food, the strange language.
About why you’re here and not back home.
About how it’s going to be like once you come back home. How that girl is going to react when you see her again.
About who’s hanging out where this weekend. At first who’s inviting you at all.
And in the end where you’re supposed to go, when you’re invited to ten different things.
About how everybody at home is doing. About how stupid this whole time-zone thing is. Not only because of home, but also because the tv ads for shows keep confusing you.

Thinking about what’s right and what’s wrong. About how stupid or rude you just were to someone without meaning to be.
About the point of all this. About the sense of life. About who you want to be, what you want to do.
And about when that English essay is due, even though you’re marks don’t count.
About whether you should go home after school, or hang out at someone’s place until midnight. Someone you didn’t even know a few months ago. And about what the hell that guy just said.
 Exchange is people.
Those incredibly strange people, who look at you like you’re an alien. Those people who are too afraid to talk to you. And those people who actually talk to you.
Those people who know your name, even though you have never met them. Those people, who tell you who to stay away from. Those people who talk about you behind your back, those people who make fun of your country. All those people, who aren’t worth your giving a damn. Those people you ignore.

And those people who invite you to their homes. Who keep you sane. Who become your friends.

Exchange is falling in love with this amazing, wild, beautiful country. And with your home country.
Exchange is frustrating. Things you can’t do, things you don’t understand. Things you say, that mean the exact opposite of what you meant to say. Or even worse…
Exchange is understanding.
Exchange is unbelievable.
Exchange is not a year in your life. It’s a life in one year.
Exchange is nothing like you expected it to be, and everything you wanted it to be.
Exchange is the best year of your life so far. Without a doubt. And it’s also the worst. Without a doubt.
Exchange is something you will never forget, something that will always be a part of you. It is something no one back at home will ever truly understand.
Exchange is growing up, realizing that everybody is the same, no matter where they’re from. That there is great people and douche bags everywhere. And that it only depends on you how good or bad your day is going to be. Or the whole year.
And it is realizing that you can be on your own, that you are an independent person. Finally. And it’s trying to explain that to your parents.
Exchange is dancing in the rain for no reason, crying without a reason, laughing at the same time. It’s a turmoil of every emotion possible.
Exchange is everything. And exchange is something you can’t understand unless you’ve been through it!



  1. Denselben Text habe ich auch in meine Abschiedsbuch stehen :)
    Sehr schöner Blog! Nur leider kann man dich nicht abonnieren..
    Ich würde mich freuen, wenn du dir auch mal meinen Blog anguckst :)

    1. hi:)
      ja, den haben glaub ich ziemlich viele:)
      ich hab leider keine Ahnung wo man einstellen kann, dass man abbonierbar ist:D