Hi, everybody,
Some of you might know that I am back from Belfast since one and a half week, and still I don't like to write about it cause it reminds me of some wonderful days I had to spend with my dearest boyfriend, and now I am alone again.
Okay, let me explain: He is doing a traineeship in the IT-section, and during this traineeship thes have to do a placement in Ireland. One group in Dublin and one group in Belfast. Which means that he is away for two months. Fortunately the time is nearly over and only two weeks are left. So, while I visited Belfast I also visited him.
As I told you, I enjoyed this days very much. Belfast is a very impressing city, although many things are under construction. I liked the people there most, they are mostly friendly and open for visitors and so warm-hearted you feel a little bit ashamed when you think about Germans treating tourists. I also liked some impressing buildings like the Opera House ore the City Hall, but also the parks (Orneau Park!) and the walks along the River Lagan. The pub culture is really remarkable, in my four days there I visited two and it were interesting and wonderful evenings.
As for now, I can't wait until he's with me again...a thing which I found out about me during this weeks is that I hate waiting. I hate it so much I can't tell and I miss him and it really makes me sick. Of course I look forward, but sometimes it is more that I can bear to sit around in this big flat, trying to do something without really doing it. Anyway, it is egoistic, I know, but I cannot deny what I feel about this. I am not the right person to wait for another one, even if I love this one a lot. But I wait. And I miss. And I try to look forward.
Okay, enough. Weekends are the hardest thing, when I have to work I am mostly too tired to think about it.
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