Passports and Paintbrushes

Germany round FOUR, here I come! Are you ready for me?

I’ve been overcome by a strange, vague sort of homesickness. I feel a longing– but for what, where, who? I can’t pin it down exactly. These past few months have been a huge season of transition in my life. My parents moved, I graduated university and moved to Texas for the summer, and am now moving to Germany for at least a year. My sense of home is certainly out of sorts. It must be redefined.

When I first set foot in Germany at age 19, I felt as though I was coming home to a place I’d never been before. And the same is true now. I’ve missed this country more than I can articulate in a blog post, or at all really. It has settled deep in my bones and won’t leave no matter what I do or how long I’m away.

So, at the risk of sounding terrible cliché, today feels like the first day of my life. Let’s do this.