Well as I lay here, still sick, watching TV and eating food…it has dawned on me that this marks the longest I have ever been away from home.
When I lived in Spain, I was gone for almost as long. But there has been a huge difference in my way of thinking. When I was in Spain in 2008, I had a lot of fun, but as we drew nearer the end of my stay: I couldn’t wait to get back home.
Now things are different. I am excited to go home in November but not for the same reasons.
Don’t get me wrong, I really liked Spain. I can’t wait to take Thorsten back there next year for a wedding 🙂 Spain, I found, had a very different way of thinking than a Midwesterner. It was a place to visit but I felt less and less at home as time went on.
Germany feels very much like a home to me. It’s amazing how many similarities there are between this culture and back home (probably having something to do with the fact that so many German immigrants came to Indiana…)
Time has also moved so swiftly here. I feel there are not enough hours in the day for everything that we want to do.
Anyway, I just wanted to check in for a brief bout of seriousness amidst the silliness of my other posts.
P.S. I managed to get Abner to watch Labyrinth with me yesterday