Homesick Blues

We’ve been in Germany for 18 weeks now, and although I love it, I’m feeling sharp pangs of homesickness. I’ve missed family and friends all of this time. I’ve wished I could share every new experience with them, call to chat when I have a moment alone (which is when everyone back home is sleeping), or just put on a big pot of gumbo to share. But these feelings are especially acute since we discovered we can’t make it home this summer. Rather than pay $1000 per ticket, we are waiting until Christmas when we have less travel time but can use frequent flyer miles. Makes me wish I knew more German swear words.

Life carries on back home in the U.S. A.. Cousins marry. Parents have birthdays. Relatives have reunions. People are living in our Colorado house. And yet here we are, still trying to figure out life in our new home. In a way it feels like we’ve been on a wonderful vacation, playing house and stepping out of our routine for a while. As with every vacation, there comes a time when you’re just ready to go home, catch up on the mail, reconnect with friends, and get your life back in order. The problem is, we’re already home. It just doesn’t feel like it yet. I keep thinking that one day I'll wake up and feel completely comfortable and settled. One day.