The Yellow Type Of Love

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The door bell rings and my mom, who currently does the laundry upstairs, immediately screams:"Frey, open the door!"

I scream back:"Yeees!" as I'm already running to the door.

Yep, that's me, Frey. My actual name is Freyda and I have honestly not the slightest clue how that turned into Frey, but here I am.

At the door that's my best friend Inga. I just have to think of her name and I get sad, knowing that I won't see her for a whole freaking year from tomorrow on and it's my own fault. I might die of missing her...

After I have hugged her (a little thighter and longer than usual, since I won't have any of our hugs in the near future) we go to my room, which is a bloody mess right now. I mean it always is, but today I've got the excuse, that I've been turning my wardrope upside down, just to make sure, I don't miss any piece of clothing I could possibly have brought with me. Even though she has just taken a seat, my questions already start raining down on her.

'Should I bring rather this or this pair of pants?'
'Should I bring a dress?'
'How many pairs of shoes would you take?'

And believe me when I say a LOT more.
Of course I asked her everything in German, since we're living in Germany, more precisely in Cologne.
Tomorrow though, I am going to fly to Jacksonville, North Carolina in the USA and spend a year abroad and I am HELLA excited. And so is Inga.

"Frey, come and pick up the laundry!"

Oh, you're wondering why my mom talks to me in English? Well, I'd rather say screams at me in English...
Anyways, it's because she's American.

"Frey-da!"

"Yeah I'm coming"

Before I slowly stand up and make my way out of my room to the laundry basket, I look at Inga and roll my eyes. She just laughs.

Our friendship has become so much easier since she speaks English, too.
I still remember in kindergarten or in Elementery school, how i always had to translate everything my mother said.

It wasn't even, that my mon didn't speak German, she was just too lazy.
Her only excuse was that she had to speak German all day at work, so she wasn't gonna do that at home, as well.

It used to bother me a lot, but now I'm even kind of thankful, because of all the opportunities she has given me through raising me in bilingual.

I picked up the basket and brought it in my room, since it was full of my clothes. As soon as Inga saw the overfilled basket, she groaned and layed back on my bed.
Without thinking, I threw a pillow right on her face and said:"Ey, du Faulpelz, nicht schlafen. Du sollst mir doch helfen!"[Hey, lazy, don't sleep. You were supposed to help me]

She groaned again and sat back up.
"Okay, dann los!"[Okay, then let's go]

So I continued on asking her about basically every piece of clothing I had, until the basket was finally empty.

"Ayyye", we cheered and high-fived, as if we were literally four-year-olds and had just managed to build a lego house. Yay. That's just our friendship I guess..

After we finally finished to pack everything I needed, we went down stairs and ate some fruits and some cereal [random I know :D]

Then Inga suddenly noticed that her bus was gonna come in like five minutes, so she said goodbye quickly.

At the door I reminded her laughing:"Denk dran, morgen um 10, du kommst mal besser!"[Remember, tomorrow at 10 O'clock, you better come]

"Und was wenn nicht?"[And what if i don't?]

"Glaub mir, das willst du nicht wissen."[believe me, you don't wanna know]

"Da bin ich mir nicht so sicher"[I'm not so sure about that]

I thought of a good come back, but she was already too far away to hear me anyways, so I just looked after her running to the bus station.

The thing I was most scared about spending a year abroad was that I might loose our friendship.

And no matter how nice the people in the US were, nobody could EVER replace a friend like her.

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