So here I go again. This is my umptenth time attempting to write a blog with hopes that I'll "keep it up" (and I never do). But, I've never been good at keeping a diary - so I don't know why I thought this would be any better. I think that I still have diaries from when I was 10 years old that are only composed of the first 8th of the book. So it goes.

Now in Hannover, Deutschland - I'm facing a crazy time. New job, new language, new location. It's all very strange. I have likened myself to a small child that understands complex items. This of course, is only because I have yet to learn to speak German, but on occasion I impress everyone by being able to understand what was said to me. So basically - I am a mute here.

I keep thinking that I am never going to understand this horrendous language of the German peoples, only because day in and day out I feel left behind by this German world around me. However, I'm trying to stay positive and rationalize that I am learning more and more each day - but without the knowledge that I am doing so. I can say, as I look into the past, that I have learned a LARGE amount of German and am doing well for never really having any studies in the language. So one thing sticks out in my mind - PROGRESS!

I give myself 2 years to become fluent. If I'm not fluent in this time I'm going hardcore and enrolling in University (again) and immersing myself into the scholastic community (again). What should I do though - another masters? or another bachelors?