The weekends...

...haven't been too relaxing so far. Last weekend I went to Göttingen (5-6 train hours) and this weekend it was my sister's graduation from high school (GPA 3.9/4.0 -- Congrats!).

In Göttingen I met some old friends -- unfortunately in a rather non-calm environment (some kind of a festival) which didn't always allow too much communication. I didn't have the impression that too many things changed, but I guess this verdict is a little unfair, as I totally only looked from the outsider's perspective at everything. I became a little melancholic, because Göttingen seemed so well-known and friendly and also it has a very special smell in summer, which I really like. It's a really pretty little town and I felt reminded of some beautiful summer times...
On the other hand, I realized that I still don't really want to go back there. First, it's stupid to come back for old friends, as everyone is going to leave at some point (soon) and I always carefully avoid to be the last one to leave, which I find a depressing option. Second, I don't wanna go back to school there; there are a bunch of people I do not especially like and I hate the coterie I know of (although I guess that's the same everywhere).
Of course, there are very many reasons on both sides. I won't spell them all out here, but I'd better start a list for myself soon... Such an important decision...

The graduation this weekend was pretty much as I expected it to be. But I had looked forward to talking to some old teachers of mine, which I also did, but which turned out to be very disappointing. They all remembered me (or successfully pretended to), but many of them I had really liked and thought of as interesting and inspiring people -- seemed not to be like that anymore. It is not that they changed; I guess, it is rather the other way round. They didn't change. But my eyes have changed since and not only I didn't have anything to talk about with them (-- They had no more questions after hearing I was fine and where and what I studied.--), but also they seemed so provincial, so freshwater to me. That's mean. Maybe the occasion wasn't good. Maybe I should have asked them about their respective subjects or the like... But still. That experience was kind of said. I really liked my school time. And now it's a little bit disenchanted...