Ok, I'm not home at all. I'm in Germany still, so don't get too excited. It's funny to me how something as little as sitting in a Starbucks can transport me back to my homeland for an hour. Now, the whole point of travel, for me, is to leave my environment to see how other people live life-- not to go somewhere far away just to spend all my time and energy recreating homeland familiarities. However, I've come to appreciate what a simple cup of coffee does for my long-term stay abroad. It's rejuvenating. "Ein Tall Filterkaffee" and I almost don't even care about the fact that I don't remember the last time I was in the sun or how many potato-based things I've eaten in the last week.
And in 40 minutes, I'll step back through the door and into my German world. I'll go home where that German-language book is waiting for me (that's right! I'm reading in German!), flip on the radio and hear German commercials and weather reports, and review the applications that I've sent off in German to German companies. But you know, I'll feel a little more at ease while I do it, knowing that if I need it, a piece of my homeland is just a cup of coffee away.
I do stay away from the "finding-a-piece-of-home-in-a-mcdonalds-cheeseburger" thing though. I have to draw the line somewhere.
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