
As I write this, (or at least the beginning of it because my laptop will probably die before I finish) I’m sitting in the Airport in Amsterdam waiting for my next flight which will take me home to Canada. I’m finally going home with the intention to stay, as far as I know at least. I first left for Austria 13 months ago and it has been a whirlwind of a year. The first few months were still “normal life” while I was there, but since last March the program of this trip has been constantly changed and redirected because of Corona (of course).

I decided to leave now because the center where I’ve been volunteering in Austria, Tauernhof, found out that they would have to remain closed for at least a few more months. And because I didn’t want to spend another few months in relative isolation in Austria I came to the conclusion that it was the best thing for me to come home. I have a lot of peace about this decision, probably because it’s not totally unexpected, but of course this isn’t exactly how I would’ve hoped my time here would end. With that being said though, I was actually able to say goodbye to many of my friends yesterday before leaving and that was a huge blessing for me and definitely gave me a degree of closure.

I started my travels home yesterday when I took the morning train from Austria to Munich. After a tearful goodbye to a few of my friends in Schladming, I wasn’t really feeling the best about the whole situation, but in Munich I got a surprise visit that cheered me up a lot. Well, actually at first it terrified me, because my friend Marianne thought that it would be super funny to come up behind me, grab one of my bags, and try to run away with it. Of course at first I panicked because she was wearing a hat and mask and was completely unrecognizable, but once she pulled her mask down and hugged me my terror faded into joy at being able to see her. I had planned to take one more train from Munich to Ingolstadt, where I had made arrangements stay for the night. But Marianne had come to the station with a car so I ended up unexpectedly getting to drive the rest of the way with her, which was obviously much preferable to trying to haul all of my heavy luggage on and off another train.

We then drove to my friend Paul’s house where we would both stay the night. I worked with Paul in the kitchen at Tauernhof, but interestingly I actually knew his older sister before ever meeting him because she was one of my roommates when I was at Bible School in Sweden. Small world. We spent part of the afternoon just talking and getting caught up before driving to an open parking lot where we would meet the rest of my friends who were volunteer staff at Tauernhof this season. They had all found out that I would stay one night in Germany before flying out and insisted on coming to stay goodbye which of course I was very happy about. So we were able to go for a walk in the countryside near where Paul lives, broken up into groups of two or three at a time to at least some semblance of social distancing. It was so awesome for me to get to see them one last time and say goodbye. Because when they all left for Christmas break we thought that we would be seeing each other again in a few weeks so we didn’t really say goodbye.

Unfortunately most of them couldn’t stay for too long because they had to be home before their community curfews at 8pm and had to drive a ways. But it was nice to see them even for a little while. After they all left, Paul, Marianne and I went back to Paul’s house and played some games. Then we had dinner and watched a movie before going to bed pretty early because we knew we’d have to be awake again in a few hours.
At 3:15am my alarm went off to wake me up and by 4am Paul and I were headed out the door to the airport. I’m so thankful for friends who are willing to wake up that early to drive me to an airport an hour away. Otherwise I would have to stress a lot more about transportation. We were at the airport by just after 5am. The check in desk opened shortly after we got there and it was pretty easy from there. I had to pay extra for an overweight bag which was sucky though not unexpected, but on the bright side, I was able to check my carry on suitcase for free right from the desk instead of hauling it all over the airport with me.
Right before security I said goodbye to Paul and pretty much just breezed through from there. The airport was not busy at all that early in the morning so there was no one else in line for security. I was at my gate an hour early so I called a friend and took a nap before boarding. The flight from Munich to Amsterdam was about 2 hours and I slept the whole way.

Now as I said, I’m sitting at my gate in Amsterdam waiting to board which will likely not be for another hour or so yet. And look at that my laptop is still alive! I still won’t publish this post until later though, because I want to add a few pictures and I can’t do that until I get home because my phone is being silly and won’t connect to the WiFi here. So that means that if you’re reading this, I’m back on Canadian soil and have been for awhile!
Since this is the end of my time here in Europe, (for now) I won’t be using this platform much anymore – at least not till I plan my next trip. If you’ve been following along in my journey, you know how strange it’s been, but thanks for sticking with me and I hope to see you soon!















