When we found out we were moving here, neither of us knew just how close we would be to the Netherlands. We actually spend most of our time there rather than Germany. During our first week, one of my husband's co-workers mentioned that he liked Holland very much. I responded by widening my eyes in awe and exclaiming, "Wow! Holland is close by?" I'm embarrassed to admit it, but for some reason I thought that Holland and the Netherlands were two different places.
I know I'm fortunate to be able to experience other countries so fully, but I still miss home sometimes. I miss being able to approach a random person and begin a conversation with them. I miss small talk with cashiers. I miss bookstores filled with the smells of coffee and paper, and of course books written in English. I miss American television and yes, even American commercials. I miss college football and tailgating. I miss Publix. I miss sharing a time zone with my family and friends. I miss karaoke. I miss ice cubes (rarely used here for some reason). I miss Atlanta, Savannah, Jacksonville, Tallahassee, St. Augustine, and the field behind my parent's house.
I frequently arrive home to find our mail slot stuffed with fliers and brochures delivered by unknown neighborhood messengers. Before moving here, I was never daunted by a simple piece of paper. It's a funny and helpless feeling when you can't understand your community's propaganda.
|The brochure on the left has something to do with the wizards. I think the flier on the right may be asking for clothing and shoe donations.|
We are trying our best to integrate and learn how to live out of our comfort zone. Some days are harder and more stressful than others. I know everything will be fine as long as we continue to laugh at our misadventures. Thanks for laughing with me so far!