Home is Where I Sleep

The question is often posed to me if I am homesick. While I believe the normal-people answer should be yes, I can not honestly say I've experienced the disease of missing ones home. Even as a little kid I never whined it up over going home early at a slumber party. You know, because going over to someones house to get hopped up on sugar and play Goldeneye on the N-64 would make any eight-year-old cry...
There are certain aspects of Michigan that I miss, but the problem lies not in them being nonexistent here, but rather their rarity.

Of the best examples I can give to you would be singing. Yes singing. Stop laughing and keep reading. Not many people know this but I love to sing in the car. Well, I guess consider yourself lucky if you didn't know that. I never said I was good at singing... Just something about rocking out to some Pearl Jam, or if I'm feeling really girly, Alanis Morissette, while cruising around is relaxing.

It becomes more complicated if you understand my time en route here. In Germany everyone takes public transportation. Everyone. Everywhere. If not public, then at the very least carpooling with someone else. To get anywhere around Horb I take a bus, to Stuttgart is the train and subway. As much as I would love to leave my mark on Germany; showing up on Youtube as the crazy lady on the U-Bahn tunelessly bellowing Bluetone lyrics is not how I want that to happen.

Home is more of an idea than a place to me but before you all start thinking that I am a soulless being incapable of emotion, I do miss the people back in snowy Michigan. Spoiler alert: I think I'm getting a visit from some of you...