WOB is for Wolfsburg

From January to August 2001, I lived in Wolfsburg, Germany. I had an unexpected great time, perhaps even the time of my life. And this is the story... (it starts at the bottom of the page)

Saturday, December 25, 2004

Introducing

I did not want to go. Germany. Wolfsburg. 1000km from home. Leaving university and my friends behind. No more nights at l'Abreuvoir. No more skipping classes to go to the Otarie Bar. Giving up the appartment in the city center. Speaking German all the time. No, no matter how I looked at it, I did NOT want to go.

And 7 months later, I did not want to leave. WOB. Leaving Salü and my friends behind. No more nights at Novum. No more BBQs. Giving up on a carefree life. Going home to look for a job. No, no matter how I looked at it, I did NOT want to leave.

So what happened during those 7 months that had me completely change my mind? That's what I'm going to tell you here. I'll tell you about the people I met there, about the things I did, about the places I visited. I don't know how long it'll take or if I'll finish it. But I'll never know if I don't start.

Welcome aboard!