Moving On

I’ve been in Fulda now for about two weeks, and thankfully the readjustment process hasn’t been too difficult.  German class is quite fun, and I’ve already found a nice group of people to play ultimate with. I actually think I’m getting quite good at adjusting to new surroundings at this point, but I’m sure I’ll get that Heimweh sooner or later!

Nonetheless, changing locations always makes me stop and think about where I am, and where I’m going in life.  Am I living abroad for too long? Do I have a workable, coherent plan? Do I really need to eat that döner? (the answer is yes, always)  So to celebrate these musings that have been on my mind, here’s a little thought that I’ve been mulling over recently.

Changing locations is always liberating and depressing in some ways.  It’s liberating in that you’re a blank slate. No one knows you, you know no one, and you’re free create a new version of yourself without any preconceptions.  Although I’d like to think that I’m always the same person no matter who I’m talking to, I’m sure all the people I’ve met around the world have a slightly different image of ‘Ryan’.

It’s also a little bit depressing in that no one knows your previous experience.  You want people to recognize where you’re coming from, know your struggles and accomplishments.  Unfortunately, most people in your new location probably don’t share your previous experience and thus have little interest in talking about it.  

And I wouldn’t expect people to feign interest in my previous experiences.  Part of life is certainly accepting when things are over and moving on from them.  Absolutely cherish the memories, but don’t be a slave to them.

So here’s to Fulda, where many more struggles and accomplishments are sure to be had!