Hi, Dad. I hope you like it when people make a big deal out of your birthday because I am littering the internet with birthday wishes for you. Everyone who reads this blog today should call him and say Happy Birthday, David/Dad/Katy's Dad! depending on how you know him.
I only have 45 days left in Vienna. My how the time flies when you live in an alternate reality for 4 months. I can't imagine being back at Butler and seeing my family and friends (you guys), but I am so excited for it. It will be really terrible to leave here, but I am also ready to see everyone. There are too many people I love at home to be gone for a really really really long time. 4 months isn't really very much at all, and I am still pining away for my loved ones. Today we learned the word for nevertheless, which is "trotzdem". Vier Monaten sind ein kurtze Zeit, trotzdem vermisse ich meine Familie. That might not be right, but I am sleepy so it will do. I'm off to sleep in the carpeted loft which lies at the top of a very steep and increasingly unsteady ladder. I think I need a screwdriver. (The tool, not the drink, you college kids...)
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I've decided to shape up for a few rides in honor of my 53 b-day. I'm just one of those gotta havva goal types..,Thanks Kate.. 45 days doesn't seem so long.
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