New Joke

So a guy flies home from Berlin.

Guy walks into a bar. Goes to the bartender to ask for a beer.

Guy gets asked for his ID.

Guy experiences culture shock.

Guy is home.

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

Ok, maybe not the most poetic title, but it's got a little bit of meaning I suppose. For some.

I'm at Christina's apartment now. Packing up my things and getting ready to be on a United Airlines plane in about 9 hours.

And then sometime soon I'll be touching down in Portland. My time in Berlin is drawing to a close. In this bizarre manner. Time this past month has just flown by at such a pace that its really indescribable. But of course time has a way of doing that. And summer time has a way of doing that. And having the time of your life in a far away place during the summer and saying goodbye really has a way of doing that.

I'll be coming back someday for sure - who knows when or for how long. This city has begun to feel like home and I'll have to see it again.

For now its back to my other home: Portland. I can't wait to see my friends and the newest member of the family. Mount Tabor and St. Helens and Hood on the horizon will be a sight for sore eyes. Christina told me she almost cried seeing the TV Tower when she was flying back to Berlin last night. Who knows what circling around the Willamette or seeing Mt. Hood will be like. I'm excited.

I suppose I'll keep posting on this blog. Maybe I'll have to alter the title just a little bit, but why give up now?