Another Piece of My Heart Lost

If you’re a perceptive person and glanced at the little Instagram feed waaaaay down on the bottom of my blog, you may have noticed that the past few days saw me feeding my IG account with a bunch of sightseeing pictures from London. Only just over a month since my last visit to this beautiful, beautiful city, I went back, this time to conquer the place with Mel.

Uhm...anyone alive?

Uhm…anyone alive?

After catching an insane 7 AM flight from Weeze to Stansted, we found an almost empty arrivals area and a slightly busier shopping area where we had to kill some time and enjoy a quick breakfast of sandwiches before catching out airport shuttle into the city. At this point I was already pretty convinced that I must have the face of a terrorist or a drug smuggler because at every passport control, it took a lot of glancing back and forth between my passport, their screen and my face and I was already preparing myself for a chat with a grumpy official. In the end, though, they always waved me through anyway. “No, officer, I’m not on any drugs, I’m just running on three hours of sleep!”

The airport shuttle was…a surprise. We’d watched all the huge modern coaches from National Express and Terravision come and go and I was already looking forward to an hour of napping in a comfortable seat when our Easybus shuttle arrived. I have no idea where they took the name Easybus from because the thing was pretty much an empty coke can on wheels, driven by a grumpy guy who seemed to trust that everyone would enjoy a little fearing for their life first thing after arriving in London. With hindsight, it was hilarious.



The shuttle dropped us off at Old Street from where we could catch the Northern Line straight down to our hotel in Clapham. Clapham is an area I had never been to before but I found it quite agreeable. There’s nothing exciting to do or see there and it’s really just one of the many cute little parts of London that are mostly residential but have a High Street to serve people’s everyday needs. But it was cute, with a large green common area and rather well kept town houses, so our hotel’s location could have been way worse. The first day, we had to walk quite a distance because the hotel’s information had said that it was right between two tube stations and it didn’t matter which one we got off on. The next day we found out that ‘right between’ means one is a 10 minute walk away, the other just around the corner. But at least we got to see a little of Clapham that way (and found that it had a café with a clever Game of Thrones reference.  Heh.). And being able to catch the Northern Line also is a good thing because it’s so easy to get somewhere with it. The hotel also seemed quite okay when we arrived, even though they wanted £4 just for storing our luggage. But it was either that or drag the suitcases around all day.

Come on, it's mandatory!

Come on, it’s mandatory!

After dropping our luggage off, we were faced with the decision of what to do first and guess what? We ended up at Starbucks! But not without saying hello to Piccadilly Circus. What is it about that place? You always hear about people running into celebrities there and even ‘mortal’ locals often happen to go to that place. I can’t imagine Parisians just randomly visiting the Eiffel Tower or New Yorkers to hang out by Lady Liberty’s feet but Londoners really seem to like Piccadilly Circus. Not like I could blame them, of course. It really is a magical place, even though I miss all the really cool stores they used to have there. (Read: I miss being able to buy records just anywhere in London without relying on HMV on Oxford Street!)

Please notice the gorgeous blue sky!

Please notice the gorgeous blue sky!

Starbucks served us well, even though it’s safe to say we both felt tired and exhausted from the early flight all day. Since Mel had made plans with a friend to catch up, we told her we’d meet her at the British Museum, so we were headed there next. The thing with museums is that I have mixed feelings about them. Art is a wonky subject because I can’t get into everything but then there are pieces that capture me so much I can sit and stare at them for ages. With historical stuff, I can never get excited about huge displays of many tiny bits and pieces but I love large pieces and statue that make me imagine what they looked like originally, where they used to be before and what it must have been like there. So the British Museum is perfect for me. Their Egyptian, Roman and Greek exhibitions have so many remarkable things to offer and I feel like they’re doing such a great job at creating just the right atmosphere for every piece. For example in many of



the Egyptian rooms, the lights are dimmed a little, the walls are a little darker and they often created an atmosphere that made you feel like you were walking straight into a tomb. And the Roman and Greek parts were often really light and airy. I just love visiting this museum, even though its architecture is a little more modern and not quite as stunning as the Natural History museum. Mel’s friend joined us halfway into our visit and we explored the Asian exhibition and a few other parts together before finishing our visit in the library (cue me fangirling!). Sadly, the doors to the large reading room were closed but nonetheless, the library is stunning! What I wouldn’t give to spend a day there reading. The only thing I don’t like is that there aren’t any books on the shelves anymore. I get that it would just be too much work to take care of it all and people can’t go up on the galleries anyway, so it isn’t like anyone ever gets to appreciate what’s on the shelves anyway but I don’t know. An empty library feels a little like a dead body.

I don’t even remember if we had any more plans for that day but we ended up having what was supposed to be a quick dinner but got extended to a long dinner and drinks and chat session. Which was just as well, as far as I’m concerned. By that time my feet hurt and I was ready to curl up under the table and go to sleep. We talked about music a lot (well, for the most part I listened because, despite not being interested in some of the bands they talked about, I just love listening to people talk about their favorite music because it gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside to know people still appreciate it) and when we made it back to Oxford Street for some shopping at HMV, I bought two albums on impulse. The Third Three Years by Frank Turner which has live recordings from one of his shows in Wembley (because nothing ever beats Frank Turner live shows!) and Get Hurt by The Gaslight Anthem. Admittedly, no new discoveries but I finally caught up with some of my favorites.

After saying goodbye to our company, we made it back to our hotel for a somewhat early night in. For me it is always strange sharing a room with people for the first time. No matter how well you know someone, your evening and morning rituals are always something they haven’t seen yet. But I believe Mel and I made the best of the tiny space we had in our room. And tiny it was. But somewhat clean and the bed was alright-ish, so it was okay.

London has a beautiful love affair with modern ceilings like this.

The next day started with the usual question: What do we do first? We decided to go to King’s Cross first to feed our little Potterhead needs. Upon arriving at Platform 9 3/4, we were a little disheartened to find they made people queue up and pose in front of a professional photographer and everyone else. The good thing is you don’t have to get a professional photo done but can also just let your friend take a picture. So that’s what we did. Or Mel did, anyway. I still get a little breathless imagining myself posing in front of a bunch of strangers. It’s stupid and I kinda regret not doing it but there’s always next time and now that I know what it’s like, I can begin giving myself pep talks two months in advance. We also visited the Platform 9 3/4 store and splurged a little. I bought a ticket for the Hogwarts Express, writing paper and a card holder which came in handy for my several credit and ID cards, so I didn’t have to carry my huge wallet around all the time. When we left, I figured I should have bought postcards but when I told my mom about the whole experience, she said she wants to see it, too, so I suppose I’ll be back in November anyway. King’s Cross itself was a surprise for me because I thought it wouldn’t be so modern. Other than that, it was just a typical train station, I suppose. It also brought us the scariest moment of the whole trip, though. When we were in the HP store, there was an announcement asking all passengers and visitors to leave the station immediately. Suddenly, there was police around everywhere and no one knew what was up. I have to say, though, Londoners are quite hardcore about these things, especially after the whole Charlie Hebdo panic. Everyone was just randomly standing around, some people just went to get a snack and others even refused to interrupt what they were doing. We walked around the station in search of a Starbucks or some other place where we could wait and then go back in later but by the time we had walked around to the other end, people were already walking into the station again. We followed carefully, halfway expecting to get kicked out again but nope. In general, I’d say my anxiety over the whole terrorism affair is pretty bad right now and I had been a little nervous about going to such a popular place as London, so I didn’t really need this kind of shock, but I’m glad it ended up being nothing.

In front of Sherlock's door with my Harry Potter bag - does that scream NERD or what?

In front of Sherlock’s door with my Harry Potter bag – does that scream NERD or what?

Our next step took is straight to Baker Street to visit the Sherlock Holmes Museum. I don’t know how often Mel apologized for ‘Sherlockizing’ this trip and I don’t know how often I told her it’s okay but it was often. We did a lot of Sherlock-related things and I didn’t mind in the slightest. First of all, it did introduce me to ‘new’ things about London I hadn’t seen and hadn’t done or even known about before. And then – as with the music talk – I just like seeing people get excited about the things they like. And I’m sure she’ll hate me for saying this but Mel is quite adorable when it is about something she’s truly excited about.

We ended our visit with mandatory pictures of ourselves posing in front of Sherlock’s front door. I was surprised to find there was no long queue outside because posing for pictures is completely free and I figured even a lot of passersby would stop to do so.

I’m nowhere near a Sherlockian but even I found some of the things they sold in the shop enticing. We didn’t buy anything, though, safe for the ticket to enter the museum. ‘Museum’ is a strange word here because it felt more like visiting someone’s home. 221b Baker Street doesn’t only look like a random town house from the outside, it also looks and feels that way from the inside, complete with cute wallpapers and creaking floor boards. The first two floors were awesome in the way that they looked like Sherlock was about to return any minute now. The last two were still cozy but they’d set up scenes from the books, using mannequins with often creepy faces and I didn’t like that as much. But the rest of the house I wanted to make my own. Even though my own rooms are so high and airy, I love small and cozy rooms, which a lot of British homes offer, and 221b Baker Street isn’t an exception to that. And the fireplaces! Oh dear!


Hay's Galleria - Our not so little shelter from the cold

Hay’s Galleria – Our not so little shelter from the cold

I don’t remember if it was our original plan or whether we made spontaneous adjustments but next we found ourselves at London Bridge from where we had a stunning view towards Tower Bridge. We decided to take a stroll along the Thames down towards Tower Bridge and passed Hay’s Galleria on the way. That’s another thing about London I love so much: You can just start walking somewhere and on the way you’ll pass many gorgeous little things you didn’t even know where there. According to the description, the Galleria used to be a wharf in former times but nowadays it’s something like a huge courtyard in which you’ll find bars, cafe´s and restaurants and also a few stalls selling crafts. We had a coffee at Starbucks and marvelled at the fact that we were sitting outside but somewhat sheltered, so it was unbearably cold.

Be still my heart!

Be still my heart!

Feeling refreshed, we pushed on towards Tower Bridge, but not without stopping to take a bunch of selfies in front of it. We were in good company, though, as a Spanish (?) travel group posed for a bunch of action group photos. Who could blame them (or us), though, since the bridge was simply stunning with the lights on and surrounded by all the other lights along the river. I can also proudly announce that after nearly five years, Mel and I managed to take our first real picture (well, pictures) together. And with Tower Bridge as our background, too. It feels like we’ve been waiting for this perfect opportunity.

Spooky trees in front of the Tower

Spooky trees in front of the Tower

We crossed the bridge, again feeling stunned by how huge and gorgeous and impressive it is up close, and found ourselves in front of the Tower. By then, it was too dark for any proper sightseeing. Or least to take proper pictures, as the seeing certainly wasn’t a problem with all the many lights around, making the whole city seem even more magical than it usually does. But since we’re little tourists at heart, we decided to put an end to the sightseeing for the night and went back to Oxford Street for some shopping.

Once there, our first stop was House of Fraser where I finally bought Mel her Christmas present. I’d given her a voucher for a Naked Basics Palette from Urban Decay since I didn’t just want to buy one and find she didn’t like the colors as much. It turned out to be a good decision because she wasn’t so excited about either of the Basics but lost her heart to the Naked 2 instead. So we bought that. I’m glad to finally welcome her to the world of Naked Addicts. Heh.

Next we went to Waterstones and the usual thing happened: I drag someone to a bookstore intending to BUY ALL THE BOOKS! but then end up not really able to find anything or get excited about anything and making an alibi purchase but my company buying something despite not even planning to do so. I’m also sorry to report that Mel’s purchase of Tinder was infinitely cooler than my simply continuing the I Heart series by buying the next instalment, I Heart Vegas. We ended the night with a visit to the Waterstones café downstairs where I had a delicious White Hot Chocolate and she had the grossest bottle of cola either of us had ever tasted.

The next early morning found us starting to hate our hotel a little bit because the fire alarm went off at four in the morning, and again several times between seven and eight. When Mel asked about it later, they said it was because of the construction workers they had around to refurbish and renovate the hotel but that they’d leave at six that night and it would be fine. Tired and still somewhat disgruntled but soothed by this news, we went out on our next adventure.

This time, our way led us to our next Sherlockian point on our to-do list, the Sherlock Exhibition at the Museum of London. Compared to the Sherlock Museum it was quite the culture shock because the whole museum, including the exhibition, was so very modern. All white, shiny walls, flat screens and audio effects. For me personally, the exhibition was very interesting because it focused largely on London during Sherlock (or Doyle’s) time, showing all pictures from the time, explaining a lot about the infrastructure and means of transport. But I suppose for real fans of the books, author and screenplays, it must be quite disappointing because it touches so many aspects but never really reaches much depth with anything. The museum itself wasn’t all that fantastic, either. The only absolutely cool thing was the Victorian Way, an area where they reconstructed what an old shopping district might have looked like (in a clean indoors kind of way, at least). It wasn’t amazing but I guess in a city that has so many museums, one has to be the lame one.

After leaving the museum, we walked down to St. Paul’s. Up until then we’d been so lucky with the weather, all blue skies and a kind of sunny cold. But that day was grey and dull and even a bit rainy and I’m afraid it pressed down on my mood a little bit. Nevertheless, we walked around the church and took some pictures but refrained from going inside because the entrance fee they’re asking for these days is just rude. And either way, the outside is already stunning enough for me.

I'm gonna love you and squeeze you and call you George!

I’m gonna love you and squeeze you and call you George!

The next step took us to the National History Museum where both of us had a fangirlgasm. Mel because of the architecture and I because of the little guy you see on the left. It was my third time visiting this museum and believe it or not, I had always forgotten to go look for a raccoon! Eek!  He’s a little faded and old and doesn’t look too friendly but I still wanted to take him home. I fear a couple of Asian kids thought I’d lost it because I snapped about a dozen pictures from all angles, and only of this little fella. Well, excuuuuuse me, I’m having a moment here!

Since stuffed animals and hordes of French school kids weren’t exactly to our liking that evening, we made it our of the museum after dragging me away from the critter and then…I flew. Yup, I flew down the entrance stairs, luckily only the last step, twisted my toe and ended right on my knees. I just crouched there and mumbled something like “OMG, oh please, oh no!”, feeling like the biggest tool. Luckily there was hardly anyone around, only a woman and her kid who probably thought that the chubby woman on her knees wasn’t just clumsy but also possessed of some kind of demon. A stronger character than me would have found this hilarious because even while I was falling I thought that, hm, this is kind of a slo-mo action here. Kudos to Mel who either pretended not to notice or left me the dignity of pretending I wasn’t sniffling and hobbling around all teary-eyed while nursing my bruised ego which was the only thing that took away a serious injury. Given my weight and the angle of the fall, I already saw myself in hospital with knee caps resembling crushed crisps. I also felt phantom blood trickling down my leg all the time even though I knew it couldn’t be bleeding because not even my jeans were sticking to my knees. Back in the hotel later, I found the left one a bit swollen and bruised quite colorfully and the right showing almost no sign of the accident. By now, the left is almost black (the first time I get to know why they call it ‘black and blue’!) but walking barely hurts anymore, so I guess I’ll get around seeing a doctor this time.

Despite the fall, I bit my lip and went through the rest on our list. To be honest, since I was with someone so much fitter and more in shape than me, I had already been struggling with keeping up all the time. During most of our trip I felt a bit like Samwell Tarly on his way beyond the Wall. But hey, even he had his pride and so did I! And that’s a good thing because so much good came out of that. First of all we got to do and see a lot more than if I had listened to my body’s complaining and taken a million breaks all day. Then I could just file it under exercise. And finally, apart from losing another piece of my heart to London, I also left over two kilos there. So really, the sore muscles and aching joints were so worth it.

Hello Gorgeous!

Anyway, after my free fall performance, we finally visited Big Ben to say hello. But again, it was too dark for proper pictures, so we walked to Trafalgar Square and down Northumberland Avenue, where Mel had another Sherlockgasm over the Sherlock Holmes pub. We considered going in for a snack but found nothing tasty and vegetarian on the menu and were a little too cheap to go in just for a coke. So we pushed on and had dinner from Subway before retiring to our hotel for a super early night in because we had to get up again at two in the morning. Early flights will be the death of me.

Again, to our horror, the fire alarm went off thirty minutes after we got to our room. And again, we got a different excuse. After Mel gave them a piece of her mind, though, all was quiet and we could sleep for a while, an hour in my case.

The trip back to the airport was straight from a horror movie because we had to catch two night buses but the stop for one of them had been shown in the wrong place on the map and by the time we found the right now, we had missed the last bus. With only twenty minutes left until we had to get to our airport shuttle, we finally decided to take a cab. An excellent decision because the cabby was the nicest old-ish guy I’ve ever met. He was so calm and sweet and helped us find the right place so calmly even though we must have confused the crap out of him. Thanks to his efforts, we made it just in time. Well, we did but our shuttle didn’t. It just wouldn’t come and when the next one on the schedule arrived, I halfway expected them to tell us there was no space for us. But again, we were lucky and had a super nice driver who instantly apologized and knew there’d been a problem with the previous shuttle, so we were finally on our way to the airport where, again, we arrived only just in time for the gate to open. Apparently, luck was on our side! But can I just say: Stansted, WTF? Your departure area is more of a mall than any of our actual malls! A MAC Store? Really? I was so glad London had left me broke and out of time or I would have found death of shopping right there.

So yeah, after a surprisingly short flight (two pages read, a quick nap and ta-da, we’ve arrived!), we landed back in cold and nasty Germany where we were greeted with a round of ice-scratching and by a bunch of insane drivers on the highway. But alas, it was a very, very, very fun trip that had its little hiccups and accidents but for the most part was so good, showed me another side of London and also happened to be my very first trip with a very dear friend.

So this tale of our little adventure has to end but let me finish with our first picture together (well, one of them!) that I rambled about previously…

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When You Need A Good Laugh…Look at Your Search Engine Terms

It was a rough Monday, okay? So I needed a laugh and looked at my search engine terms. For those who don’t know about it: Most blog providers will give you some stats, views per day, clicks per day, visitors, yadda yadda. Among those, you usually find search engine terms that people were searching for and that led them to your website.

Let me share a few of tonight’s interesting gems with you…

“i hate jillian michaels” – Well, we’ve all been there! Poor Jillian. 

“davey havok weight” – Well, huh! I’m sure he’d appreciate your interest in this.

“davy havok big” – Apart from the fact that you misspelt his name, do I really want to know what…uhm…big part you were looking for here?

“jillian michaels pussy breathe” – Uhm…WHAT? I…just no!

“hellokathy what happens at grammas stays at grammas” – Just what is going on there? Instead of searching for this, shouldn’t you be worrying about your ‘gramma’ and whatever happens at her place?

“the brave depp amazon” – Aww, bless your computer-illiterate little heart! I suggest you also google ‘cute kitten iPhone cover eBay’ or ‘baby doll dress Asos’.

“sanitaire vacuums how much for the expensive one and how much for thejnexpensive ones” – ….yes?!

“kathy my boyfriend for three years” – Okay, I can’t help but feel I’ve missed something here.

“fat minion” – Now I’m just offended!

“kathy and ‘friend’ in car at starbucks” – I’m sorry, you won’t find that video here. Now, if you go to my Youporn channel, though…

“naked kathy haining tumblet” – I have no idea what you want from me but I feel like Youporn sounds like a safe suggestion here, too.

And let me end this with a public service announcement: The book is called ‘Me Before You’ by Jojo Moyes. Yes, that’s directed at you, people who were searching for ‘me after you’ and several other versions. If you google ‘me before moyes amazon’, I’m sure you’ll get there.

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You know it’s gonna be a bad day when you wake up with this song stuck in your head.

I should know better than to get up on a day when my inner stereo is playing Rick Astley to me. This is never a good sign. Of course, I blew all caution to the wind, got up, fed the cats, settled on my couch to watch some TV…and wasn’t disappointed.

My mom had asked me last night if she could have the car this morning to drive to her doctor. I told her she could but I needed it back by eleven or be notified. When I still hadn’t heard from her by 10:15, I called her and it went straight to mailbox. I called her work phone and no one picked up. I sent her a text and received no reply. This is no surprise because the thing about my mother is that she owns a mobile phone simply so she can leave it at home and then laugh at herself. In this particult moment, though, I wanted to take her phone and shove it…well, you know?! So I checked the bus schedule, found that the last bus I could take in order to not be late for work left in twenty minutes, then hurried to throw on the first clothes I came across, make myself sandwiches for lunch and then hobble down the stairs and out of the house…just to find my car parked neatly in front of the house. Argh! With only twenty minutes left until I needed to leave anyway, I decided going back upstairs made no sense. So I sent my mom an angry text, got in my car and drove to work anyway.

With a hectic morning like that, the day can only go down the drain. When I left, I had a full machine of laundry running and I half expect to be swept away by a wave of wet clothes and dirty water when I get home.

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From Summer to Christmas

Today, I went from summer to Christmas in under two hours.

I woke up craving ice cream. And by craving I mean really, really dying for it. So I called my mom and dragged her into town where I heard a ginormous cup of Malaga and truffles ice cream covered with cream and eggnog. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. And the ice cream was so, so good. Really creamy, none of those pesky ice crystals. I just about wanted to bathe in it.

Everyone always tells me it’s crazy how I could sit in a snow storm and still be craving ice cream. I could also have it, no matter how full I am from the meal before. When I was a kid I would eat so much of it that my parents didn’t even have a chance to control my intake. In my grandma’s garden community were so many nice old people who’d all over to buy me a cup or a popsicle. Sometimes I had five or six of them in a day and my mom didn’t even think that it was possible. When she found out, I always had to come ask her before I was allowed to let them buy me one. Needless to say she had to deal with a lot of tantrums from me after that. It never changed when I grew up. I could still sit down in every café´on the way and have a giant cup of the stuff, then stop at McDonald’s on the way home to have a sundae. I’m gross like that! Oh, and have I mentioned that I have a mild lactose intolerance? Not a pretty sight, let me tell you.

After my ice cream splurge, I came across Hema. It’s one of the best places in the world. In general, it is like the market place in any Ikea, you know, where they always get you with the oh-so-clever little kitchen helpers, cute napkins, gorgeous bed covers, sparkling picture frames…and before you know it, you’re giving them all your money. Only with Hema it’s worse because they’re not located within an Ikea which are usually somewhere in the suburbs and you rarely make it there without being prepared to spend a fortune. No, Hema is usually located right in a city center or mall. So you come across one and you’ll think “Oh, I’ll just pop in to buy one of those giant tea light bags for 3 Euros!” And then you’ll come out carrying  huge bags full of bits and pieces that you’ll never need and that cost you a kidney or two. Especially their kitchen department is hell! So many cute things that are, of course, totally useful! And they all seem so cheap until you realize that you can’t just buy one fork or one dessert yup…but that usually doesn’t happen until you’re home and looking at the – long, oh so long – detailed receipt.

Christmas TreeToday, my personal downfall was Christmas decoration. I’d been casually thinking about getting a tree this year as I’d never had one since moving into my apartment. But I saw a silver (!) one at Hema today and it was “only 10 €”! So I bought that. Of course, I can’t just put a naked tree in my living room, so I bought decoration as well. And while I was at it, I also bought some decoration for my door to replace my Halloween bat and owl. To my defense I have to say that the tree looks really, really gorgeous in my room. Despite all the kitschy decoration like turquoise cow bells and fuchsia feathered birds, it actually looks quite classy and not too full. I’m quite chuffed.

While I was at it, I also fell for more of Hema’s “good ideas”. I bought a new recipe book that lets me organize my recipes into different categories (absolutely needed, of course) and a pocket calendar for 2013. I’m a big fan of Hema’s calendars. The big ones have little plastic bags in between the pages where you can put stuff like notes, bank statements, etc. But they’re also quite big, almost A5-sized, so I decided to be sensible this time and bought a really small pocket-sized one. It’s cute but I can already see myself trying to stuff all my stuff somewhere…

In the end, the receipt read almost 60 €. Oops! I felt a little guilty because my mom was paying and all I wanted were trash bags and the calendar. Ah well, even she had to admit the tree looks awesome in my living room when she just came in.

I’m ready for Christmas now. Are you? 😉

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NaNoBloPoMo Prompt: US Elections

Okay, I officially suck at sticking to my own goals. Not only am I almost hopelessly behind on my daily NaNoWriMo goals, I also didn’t manage to get a blog post in yesterday. Why? Because a ‘quick coffee from Starbucks and a quest for finding peppermint syrup’ turned into a whole day spent (window) shopping including lunch at Due Punti, the new, state of the art Italian restaurant in town, and not one, not two, but three coffee breaks at various cafés. The result was the aforementioned peppermint syrup which I’m so, so glad I found because I need it for a – hopefully – delicious After Eight Philadelphia cake which I’m going to have a go at as my own birthday cake next week. Also, I bought a new long sweater / dress which looks hideous in the wardrobe but gorgeous when worn and treated myself to some nice new underwear. I know people always say you buy the gorgeous stuff when you’re single so you can sell your goods, and then resolve to wearing the cheap white cotton stuff when you’re in a relationship. But it’s the other way round with me. When I’m single and there’s no one in particular who I know will get to see what I’m wearing underneath, I wear the cheap 2 € panties from Primark and that’s it. When there’s a date in sight, I panic and rush out to buy at least five sets of crazy expensive lingerie. The downside of this is that I keep forgetting about all the non-romantic situations in which other people get to see me with my clothes off. Doctors, nurses, people in the locker room at the gym… They’re trying not to stare but I can feel them silently judging me. Or maybe that’s just my paranoia. Or, more likely, they’re completely blown away by the pugs, bees and bunnies on my latest Primark treasures.

NaBloPoMoAnyway, to make up for yesterday’s failure, I decided to write something about yesterday’s NaNoBloPo prompt. I was gonna do today’s but the question was what I would do if I was President of the US. And to be honest, I hate questions like that. People always sit in front of the TV and complain about everything politicians do. ‘Our own’ chancelorette and also the leaders of other countries, especially the US. But to be honest, if I was put in their place, I wouldn’t know where to start, either. Of course, I could write about the things that I would like to see changed but that would be based on me and my own needs. And that’s not what a leader’s job is about. They have to take everyone’s needs into account and then find a good compromise. I don’t think I could do that. Ever.

So I decided that I would choose yesterday’s prompt instead which is also about the US Elections. It’s simply asking for thoughts on them.

I’m not really hung up on politics. I vote here in Germany and I always try to choose the party / person that I think is relevant to most people’s needs. With other countries, I try to follow what’s going on over there a bit. With the US, it’s a little more important to me because they do have such a big influence on us here in Europe, too. Over the past few weeks, I got different impressions on social platforms like Facebook, from reports on TV, some more serious, some less. By no means would I call myself well-informed. But the general impression I got was that I cannot understand why anyone would vote for Romney, nor can I relate to those people. Admittedly, I know very few of them. Those that I do know are a walking contradiction to me. There’s one woman, for example, who is a big fan of some of the same bands that I love. Some of those are quite popular with homosexuals and it’s no secret that they’re very supportive of same sex marriage, very openminded about immigrants and all kinds of people, equal rights for everyone, tattoo acceptance in work places, etc. In short: everything Romney and his party do not stand for. It seems so completely far off that someone who can relate to all of this would vote for someone who would probably ban it all in a day if he could.

Also, Romney voters strike me as generally well off, financially and socially. Those are also the people that criticize Obamacare. I get that someone who doesn’t have a lot would have mixed feelings, to put it mildly, about spending some of their hard-earned cash on things like health insurance. Let me not get into details here because I don’t know enough about Obamacare to be able to see all the disadvantages. But even if the amount you need to pay depends on your income, these people would still be far better off than having to pay thousands of money in one go if something was to happen to them or a family member. Really, if you post a picture of a brand new shiny car you just bought and then tell me you’re against Obamacare, it leaves me with a giant question mark above my head.

The other thing people criticize Obama for is the financial crisis. Really? I’m not sure I’m comfortable with people being allowed to vote if they can’t even do the simple math here. How can anyone who’s been in the office for such a comparably short time cause a huge disaster like that? It isn’t possible. The signs had been there before, things have been going down the drain for decades. And it takes just as long to drag the economy up again. Blaming it on immigrants, terrorists and, possibly, bad weather is just immature and not helping matters. And it takes a lot of work from every single individual. I never get financially stable people who complain about having to pay more than, say, unemployed people. We have the same discussion here in Germany all the time. And I absolutely get why I with my safe job and okay-ish income have to pay more than someone who gets by with a part time job and three kids. I don’t always like it but it’s how it works. If people can’t do the math and that’s the main or only reason why they wouldn’t vote for Obama, I don’t think they should be allowed to vote at all before they educate themselves some more about where the money you need to run a country comes from.

So yes, I’m definitely not trying to make this sound too black and white here. I don’t think Elections are ever about choosing the good over the evil. I’m sure there are hundreds of good reasons why some people would vote for Romney. But in the discussions I got to witness (and rarely take part in), for most people it seems to be a selfish decision. Not about what will help to make things better for most people in the long run but just what will cost me as an individual less money in the next couple years.

There you go, those are my two cents’, based on a very superficial impression, probably misinformed in some parts and definitely not fit to vote myself.

If I can manage to stay awake tonight, I’ll watch the live reports. Otherwise, I’ll check the results first thing in the morning and hope for the best.

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