Friday, March 28, 2014

Schumann, Schnuller baum and Cologne Cathedral

Also ein bisschen mehr auf das Zeug besuchte ich in Nord-Rhein-Westfalen. Ich habe nicht wirklich viel tun, weil in der Regel Sightseeing, wenn Sie annehmen, dass Sie irgendwo für mindestens 6 Monate aufhalten, dann würden Sie viel Zeit haben, um alles in der Freizeit zu sehen. Wie auch immer, eines der unglaublichsten Orte, die ich besuchte, war Schumanns Grab auf einem Friedhof in Bonn. Beethovens Mutter war angeblich auch dort beerdigt, aber ich hatte keine Lust, ihr Grab zu finden. Es ist etwas Ehrfurcht zu wissen, Sie sind zu Fuß in das Land der großen Komponisten unter, und wirklich zu wissen, Schumann unter der Erde stand ich begraben wurde einfach unglaublich.

The Schnuller baum, or pacifier tree, was a pretty funny sight I just had to take a snapshot of. Literally a pacifier tree in front of the children's hospital. Lukas and Lara finally gave up the freaking pacifiers thanks to that tree. I mean what type of parents allow a FOUR YEAR OLD to keep sucking on a bloody pacifier? It's downright harmful to the child and embarrassing. No more nookies sure was a relief. Actually, they went to the pacifier tree without me and then Anja told me off for not asking her how it went because she thought I should have cared more. Boy am I glad to get away from her.

The third photo shows the giant Cologne Cathedral, supposedly the most visited tourist attraction in Germany. It is pretty huge but to be honest kind of ugly in real life and not very impressive inside, either. After gorgeous churches in Paris like Saint-Chapelle, Notre-Dame and Sacre-Coeur, this one just doesn't strike me as that amazing. Cologne was still a nice city though, very much like a busier, bigger version of Bonn with the Rhine and pedestrian district and all. I visited Cologne twice to enquire about piano rental at the Bechstein store, and I really had my hopes up about it and then discovered they needed dumb things I didn't have, like proof of income and a visa proving I would stay for a year. Pretty annoying considering I spend like 22 euros on train tickets to and from Cologne. Oh well, still was worth visiting just to be able to say I've been to Cologne.

Robert and Clara Schumann's graves, Bonn cemetery

Pacifier tree outside a hospital in Bonn

Cologne Cathedral, the biggest one in Germany

Looking back on Bonn

Ich habe nichts dagegen, Bonn als eine Stadt, eigentlich. Ich wirklich nicht. Es war die perfekte Größe für mich. Freundlich, entspannt, viele junge Leute, da auf sie in der Mitte der Stadt der Universität. Es war schön, in der Lage, während meiner seltenen Momente der Ruhe weg von den Kindern durch die Stadt zu wandern, zu Fuß entlang dem Rhein. Bonn hatte so ziemlich alles, was ich brauchte. Kultur, Geschichte, eine Statue von Beethoven, eine beruhigende Lage am Fluss, zwei große Kaufhäuser, TK Maxx, H & M, Vera Moda, gefrorenen Joghurt Geschäfte, ein Donut-Shop, sogar ein Hollister. Ich liebte, wie es gerade erst begonnen hatte das Gefühl ein bisschen wärmer und sonnig, und zum ersten Mal, seit ich in Europa angekommen konnte ich endlich aus dem Haus gehen, ohne einem Mantel oder einer dicken Jacke auf.

The family did live in a gorgeous area of Bonn, the Südstadt. The houses were all really old.

Statue of Beethoven in the center of Bonn

Beethoven graffiti!

Beethoven's house

Thursday, March 27, 2014

New beginnings...for the third time

J'espère que cette famille va s'arranger . J'ai dit que deux fois auparavant et il n'a pas fonctionné . Troisième temps de la chance , peut-être . J'ai un bon feeling sur cette famille . Je ne sais pas , un tout petit peu d'intuition qui me dit que cela ne fonctionnera enfin sorti . Je vais m'assurer de lui. Maintenant que j'ai eu un peu juste de l'expérience des familles d'accueil , je sais ce qu'ils attendent de moi et ce que je peux attendre d'eux . Je pense que de nombreuses jeunes filles au pair premier temps , ils sont vraiment incertain et timide sur certaines choses au début, mais maintenant que j'ai eu cette expérience déjà , je peux à peu près saut droit en droits de filles au pair ma première journée complète ici .

Last Sunday I woke up feeling plain depressed and annoyed, a feeling that grew when I was obliged to join the host family at a kid's music concert when they never gave me the choice of whether I wanted to go with them on my day off or not. By then, I'd already arranged Skype interviews with several host families because I was ready to leave as soon as I found a family that offered similar or better. I decided it wasn't worth staying just for the trip to New York in August, because as I eventually realised, it doesn't matter where you are but it does matter who you are with. Sure, New York sounds amazing but all of that would be totally spoiled just by the fact that I'd have to spend every day with the Kaessners again. Not even a free plane ticket to New York could possibly make me want to spend every second of every day with those two brats for a whole month.

Coincidentally, on that Sunday, the very day I had arranged a Skype interview with a mum from Berlin for when the kids went swimming, Jens fired me. I was in my room, he walked in, sat down and just said 'Joanna, I don't think this is going to work out'. He then started comparing me to 13 year old L, the daughter of a family friend. Apparently I failed the test of babysitting for a whole day on Saturday. I think that was what finally made them fire me. I kind of saw it coming, so I was actually pretty calm about it. If I hadn't already found a family, I would have semi freaked, but even then it would have been ok because I'd have known that I could eventually find one pretty fast due to me already being in Germany. Nothing could compare to how upset, lonely and isolated I felt after that first week. I felt like total shit when they told me off for the first time. When they said I needed to be more outgoing and open and told me off for not socialising enough at Lukas' 4th birthday. I pretty much sat on a park bench near Bonn university and just stayed there, thinking things through and trying to make myself feel better. But being fired, surprisingly, made me feel almost a sense of relief and instant calm. I could finally leave.

It's a bit hard to describe why I hated living with the Kaessners, but I think it all comes down to my personality and need for privacy. I hated the kids. I hated them screaming and being all undisciplined. I hated how the parents let them do whatever they wanted. I hated how the mum worked from home and I could never relax alone in the house. I hated how the mum was always hovering around when I babysat the kids. I hated how they made me feel like I wasn't good enough for them, and I needed to change my personality. I hated how my bedroom was so open to everyone in the family and I never had my privacy. I hated having to cross the living room and kitchen just to get to 'my' bathroom. What my current host mum said totally makes sense. You can't force yourself to like something, and the moment I saw my room, the moment I got my first glimpse of how shockingly undisciplined the kids were in public, was the moment I should have realised that it wasn't going to work out. Anja was such a bitch and didn't even give me a ride to the station when she said she was going to, so I spent quite a stressful few minutes trying to get hold of a taxi that would take me to the station which was 3 minutes away. Literally when I left, Anja just stood by the door, shook my hand and complained to me that she didn't know if she could cancel the monthly health insurance she had signed me up for. Didn't even offer to help my carry one of my 4 heavy bags/suitcases down the 2 flights of stairs or anything, let alone ask how I would get to the station. I attempted to walk at first but realised that was impossible with 2 suitcases, a giant duffle bag, a handbag and a backpack. Thank God the taxi came when it did, because I honestly started to think I would miss the train to Berlin.

This family lives about 20 minutes away from the city centre. I love the apartment and the way it is laid out, way cooler than the old apartment in Bonn. The mum has had 9 former au pairs, and surely out of those 9, I can't be the worst or anything. Because I do take my job seriously, it's just that I hate kids so I don't interact with them if possible. Otherwise I am fine with doing housework and cleaning, that stuff doesn't bother me at all. 



Friday, March 21, 2014

Confused

So much shit has also gone down with this German host family. I don't even want to think about it. It's freaking stressing me out. Au pairing is so stressful. I don't like the kids, the parents are picky and difficult and pissy and I just don't know what I'm doing here. I've been told things like I'm not outgoing enough, and other things that just make me really mad. I don't know if I will last 6 months let alone a year. I have my heart set on leaving after 6 months anyway. I will get my German classes from May to June so I want to stay for that, and I also want to get the chance to go to the US in July/August for having to put up with this shit. Sometimes I just go on Facebook (not on my account, but just the search function) and look at these photos of all these people I knew back home who were in my year at school and what they're up to now. And I reminisce about school and how safe and secure it felt. And it all feels so, so distant, like it was from another lifetime.

Living in Europe is not all I thought it would be. The novelty wore off after like 2 weeks in France. After the Contiki tour I actually got kind of sick of travelling in Europe. Everything is basically the same. I could be in the middle of a random street in Florence and it may as well be in Innsbruck, Austria. All these European cities have the same sort of feel about them.

This really sucks. I don't want to go home and I'm not comfortable here, either. Sometimes I don't think I have ever truly revealed myself to anyone in this world, and no one has ever gotten me before.

I know so many people who go to UNSW it drives me crazy. I don't want to deal with them or have to interact with them at uni.

I think I may go to ANU after all next year. I want to escape everything. I wish I could go to Uni in a different country, but obviously I can't. So ANU is the next best thing. I don't want to deal with anyone I know. I want to start new in another city where I don't know a single soul. So Canberra it is.

From now on I think I will upload 3 pictures I took for each post I make, and maybe think of something I can say about them.

A chandelier in Versailles palace, I think

Disneyland Paris

Notre Dame, Paris

Friday, March 14, 2014

Fingers crossed

I want this to work in Germany. I really, really do. Fine, I screwed up my first week here by being totally antisocial and lazy. I don't know what I was thinking, maybe PMS'ing or something, so my au pair stint in Germany has already gotten off to an awkward start by being told off about my unwillingness to integrate with the family a week into my placement here. That's because last week the kids had school off for Karneval celebrations, and I was just overwhelmed I guess, so spent a lot of time in my room with the door closed. Plus, it was hard to know when or when not I was supposed to be on duty. I mean, the mum was playing with the kids, so I couldn't be expected to babysit them all day everyday, or else it would be over 30 hours. Plus, when I tried to play with the kids one morning, the mum said I didn't have to and I could take a walk instead or take a nap, because both herself and G, the grandma, were there. I guess I sort of assumed she meant I had the rest of the week to do whatever because she was at home to look after the kids. And also I didn't do the dishes for a whole week because I thought the cleaner did the dishes, but apparently the cleaner only comes twice a week and I didn't realise that the days the cleaner didn't come, the mum expected me to do them. So I spent a lot of last week in my room with the door closed. I guess because in France, I had a lot of privacy with my own (well, practically my own) bathroom. Whereas here, I share a bathroom with the kids and my bedroom is like a half-study without a lock, so the parents sometimes come in to get stuff like paper. The apartment is pretty big for an apartment, but downright tiny compared to the house in France. My bedroom door is across from the living room and literally opens out into the dining room/kitchen. So my first week I was just overwhelmed with lack of privacy and having kids around 24/7 when you naturally hate kids is pretty tough, but I admit I should have probably made more of an effort anyway. But things are improving, I think. The work hours with this family are pretty good.

I have looked into piano rental, cello rental, and cello lessons. A, the host mother, has promised me what should technically be 160 hours worth of German lessons, which she will pay the 500 or so euros for. I already have my health insurance, which costs the family 35 euros a month. The only thing I feel really anxious about at the moment is horse riding lessons. It is so damn hard to find an English speaking horse riding place in Bonn and surrounds.

On the plus side, I love Bonn. It is a gorgeous city, in a serene sort of way, especially the part of the city centre near the Rhine river. Strangely enough, it reminds me of a European version of Hawaii. And I finally have my temporary residency permit for Germany, so I am no longer working illegally. Yippee.

I'll try and stay positive, work things out with this family. They have every right to complain, everything so far has been my fault. Well, A did say one thing that I thought was really out of line. She complained at me not socialising enough at L (the four year old)'s party, which is honestly something she has no right to complain about, because that is my personality type and something I cannot change. So it falls into the category of something the family has to be open-minded and accepting about. And some 18 year olds just find it intimidating initiating conversations with strangers their own age at parties, let alone strangers who are in their 30's and parents of toddlers, who additionally may view me as merely 'the help'. Also A complained indirectly about me not making enough of an attempt to be friends with S, the former au pair but it is hard because we have totally different personality types, and she is at least 5 years older than me. Heck, even the host parent dynamics are a bit weird because they are like 42 and 44 years old, old enough to be my parents so it is hard to make conversation with them. The dad is a bit better in this regard, but the mum has one of those personality types I don't get along naturally with very easily. They said I needed to be more proactive and more open, and the dad said I was too cautious with the kids by constantly just watching them, he suggested I should 'play with them' (I hate playing with kids. Most brain cell killing, mind numbing job ever). But the only thing that matters, I suppose, is that the parents are genuinely good people, and although I have already had issues with the family, they can be smoothed out. I am sure of it, because this is actually a good family compared to the horrid French one.