Last night, I worked from 12:00 to 20:45, picked up my baggage from my room and hurried to the Bus 263 Station in Aschheim. I was there four minutes before the bus departure and yes, I was with Mary Jean at 22:00pm in Munich, near the Theresienwiese, as planned.
I was able to see Manfred before his holidays in Thailand. I missed Michelle, though, who was asking her mother Mary Jean, why am I leaving too early that she cannot see me at all. I fell asleep easily. I was tired.Mary Jean, my guardian angel, woke me up at around 01:00, so as for me to catch the last Underground Train from the Poccistrasse to Hauptbahnhof.
Honestly, like Anna Michelle, I was asking myself the same question. Why the hurry at all?
I am writing inside the Munich Main Station, standing before a huge Glashaus, where I can observe the whole area, 360°. Wow, what an experience. I see the trains come and go, people who are walking around with their huge luggages, workers who are cleaning the areas, and an old man who picks up the empty bottles from the trash cans.
I am in the middle of this scenery and why?
The answer is so simple to me:
I want to be at home early because somebody is waiting for me.
