The other day, a few friends told me that the grass is always greener. After having lived in France, Sweden, and now Germany, I've grown into a person who thinks the grass is always greener in the United States. I don't see myself coming back to Europe ever again, unless someday we have a child stationed here (God forbid we're still in Europe that far into the future.)
That said, I know there will be some things that I will miss from time to time. I'll miss spatzle from Herman's, garlic soup, and all the other uniform German menu items that drive me nuts now but will sound so yummy when I haven't had them in a while. I'll miss calling my mom for two cents a minute. I'll miss going into a public restroom and knowing that the stall door locks will never be broken. I'll miss magpies. And I'll miss eating my weight in warm sugary almonds every Christmas.
Most of all, I'll miss the military community we live in. There's something about plopping a few thousand Americans into Nowhere Germany that brings people together. We might never live on another post again, and I'll miss knowing that all my neighbors are going through the exact same experience as we are. It might be a long time before I can show up at another neighbor's house with knitting and Bud Light and stay until midnight. I'll miss bumping into friends at the commissary (except I can't wait to stop bumping into some of those jerk high schoolers!) I also love how there's only about two degrees of separation between people here, so you're always finding out that the Jennifer your friend works with is actually the Jennifer who's your neighbor, or the wonderful experience of teaching an adult at the university and then finding out you're teaching her son in seventh grade.
There will be things I'll miss: I can't even let myself think about leaving Erin and Kelly. But three years here is plenty, and I'm proud to admit I'm homelandsick.
Posted by Sarah at January 6, 2006 10:39 AM | TrackBackSarah,
It's always fun to have Budlight (in a can I might add) while knitting! Or how about going to party at "a farm" and wondering what that funny smell is??? Wish you were my neighbor again. Come Home Soon!!!
Ang
You know, there was this place that served uzo as a sort of appetizer before your meal. I only got one withing from the place, schnitzel mit pommes. I can't remember the name of the place, but should I find myself in FRG ever again, I'm going back.
I also miss the ubiquitous gyro vendors. Mmm! The mass produced thing they call a gyro back here in Texas is more like Sizzlean in a fluffy tortilla.
And the castle near Flossenburg. HEY! Have you gone there yet? I'm not talking about teh camp, I mean the sacked castle on a hill.
Posted by: Jason at January 7, 2006 04:58 PM