Finale

So here it is, the ending of my story in europe. While i look forward to seeing my friends and family in Singapore again, i can't bear to leave them here in Germany. These four and a half months here had not just been a simple holiday, but rather a beginning of a second life. I had not simply visited the tourists attractions, but also lived the life of a german. The german train announcement, the 10 dollars chai fan, the sunshine, the ice rain, the bavarian music in beer gardens, the stupid Sunday no work rule, the crazy beer festivals, the punctured bicycle, the house by the lake, the heart warming smile from Maria, the 2 hours bike ride down south, the strawberry hut, the naked people walking around in the park, the violinist in Hofgarden and the hundreds other if not thousands of new things i saw simply create this undescribable awesome experience. No amount of pictures or videos i record will and can ever reproduce the genuine experience that i gone through here in Munich. While i have pretty much emptied my bank account in these four and a half months, i have never felt that my money was better spent. As a cautious spender, that says alot. My mum and a couple of friends once asked why didn't i use this opportunity to visit more countries while i am here halfway across the globe, but really whats the point? To hop from one attraction to the next? I would rather spend that money on a deck chair and bring it to the countryside and spend the entire day lying on it. Anyway, spent my last day walking through the streets hopping from one tram to another, going through the streets where i first lived, the streets where i first explored. The memory of my very first day, dragging my luggage down the street full of party people going tock tock tock and spending the next 30 mins trying to find the stupid door, which didn't have a number over it, remained frighteningly fresh. All these flashed through my head as i took the tram route through Müllerstraße. Then came this announcement from the tram "Nachste Haltestelle: Müllerstraße" immediately sent a wave of nostalgic feeling through me, the very identical feel when i first took the tram in Winter, all geared up with gloves, winter jacket, beanie worrying if i took the right tram to school. It was as though i travelled back in time. But in the blink of an eye, here am i 4 and a half months later, writing the very last post of my blog. To all of you who did bother to follow up on my story in europe, hope you had great fun as well if not as much as i did. As for the many friends and family that i have met here, thank you for making this trip so memorable. Special thanks to Kan Ern, for inviting me to your homely gatherings and the seriously awesome asian food that you guys managed to cook up. To Yidan, who put up with my continous questions about the universities here. To Frau Anna Scharlipp, who offered her motherly love and ear for my ever same rant in broken german about life, weather and university. And not forgetting you Miss Green, thank you for being such an awesome Friend(in). Vielen vielen Dank für alles. My story in Europe part II? Wir werden sehen....