I’ve been home for three days now and it’s been…interesting.
I hate that I have to drive everywhere, and I am now keenly aware of wasted energy. I feel like I live in the middle of nowhere. The grocery store is enormous and overwhelming. Coins are suddenly useless. I’m not allowed to drink anymore. I can eavesdrop on the people around me again. I’m expected to say hello to random strangers that I pass. I’ve gotten to have a fruit smoothie, granola, and I’m looking forward to pancakes. Fruit keeps for more than two days. I don’t have to struggle to communicate what I want anymore. I miss gemuetlichkeit (savoring life, sitting outside drinking wine, discussing philosophy in a Kaffeehaus–in German one word can mean all of that). I miss Vienna. I’m glad to be home.
