Out of the bag

Well friends, it's official. I've arranged to transfer my credits, pushed back my return trip, and scheduled classes for the spring semester. That's right: I'm staying in Berlin for the spring term (!!!) I realized at about my second week here that this city and I were having a love affair, and I couldn't bear to think of how fast the fall would fly.

Plus, I'm hoping this will give me the chance to really nail the language. "If your goal is to learn German," my CIEE coordinator/mentor, Ben, told me early on, "you'd be better off staying at least until the spring. By the end of one semester, you'll be just starting to pick it up." I decided to heed his advice, and thanks to my loving, trusting parents, I'm here until late April.

With all these arrangements, I've been super busy and super afraid to tell anyone in case it didn't happen. (And, in this space of time that I've been telling you, I've burnt my toast under the broiler. Look what I sacrifice for you people!) But now the cat's out of the bag, and now you know this is the reason I've been so tardy in my blog posting. Well, that and I'm lazy. I hope you'll wish me well and not miss me too much. (I'm sure my parents are throwing a party as we speak.) I do miss home, but this is something I feel I'd really be missing out on if I didn't do. Hey, carpe diem, right?

Now, about that burnt toast...