Well, it’s been a while since I wrote one of these …

What’s happened in my life over the past weeks? Well, after quitting on university after five semesters of studying social sciences, I started on my first job; a paid voluntary service, to be exactly. Called Freiwilliges Soziales Jahr (voluntary social year) here in Germany. It’s like a full-time job in a rather easy task with a little wage and some seminars to learn a few things and exchange some experiences with other volunteers. What am I doing exactly? Being an assistant doctor’s assistant in a radiology. Planning patients’ stays, arranging appointments … and so on.

Am I happy? No, not yet. Do I want to continue in the medical field after that? I don’t know. I’d have the chance, yes. The five “wasted” semesters can be count as waiting semesters and a year spent in a job related to medicine can be helpful as well. German higher education system is a bit tricky. And what if my interest in literature, history, politics and philosophy comes back? Yes, it faded. If you’ve read my last few blog entries (which I deleted) and paid attention to a few of my posts on the forums, you’ll know that I’m dealing with … problems. A crisis – and my first attempt at getting help made me once and for all mistrust a certain group of doctors.

Right now I’m just sitting here and thinking of actually writing that fanfic for the Poniverse contest. My idea is less about Nightmare Night and more about shipping, but it has that Equestrian holiday in it. … Yes, the shipping in question is Sparity. You know me.

So why am I even writing this blog entry? Except for sharing some information that isn’t even that interesting for most members since my activity and contact to the people here has never been that high since last summer. (See? I'm rude ... ) The answer is simple.

I want to publically thank @HeartFeltPuma23 for his support over the past months.

You’re the only one who sent several PMs to me after some of my less cheerful blog entries and status updates and the only one who actually acted like he cared more than just a bit. And even though my emotions and ways of thinking are far from being normal, I just know I have to - and want to - say two simple words to the person I consider a friend: Thank you.