Bllluugh. Flipping through a thesaurus brings me only to that unsatisfying conclusion. I feel blluugh. Ten hours on a plane, another six in an airport, and then two more plane time, ultimately ending in a two hour drive that left me spinning at my doorstep and wondering if I should eat or sleep or, as I chose, unpacking and then rearranging my room at three in the morning. Or was it? Because my biological rooster was already crowing and even though it had been hours, days?, decades?!, since I'd last slept I was pretty sure it was time to wake up. Bllluugh.
Welcome home! I was graciously invited to come up north to spend the weekend with my family enjoying ourselfs on the lake and I accepted--as if I had another choice after seven months--and it wasn't even too bad. Even if it did leave battered and bruised.
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Oh yeah, I didn't need an after picture because that's just me doing a 360 on my first try on a knee-board. Huh, where did I get these monsterous bruises on my legs then? Freak bear encounter. Gotta watch yourself up there.
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It might be painfully obvious that I enjoyed seeing my family again, but if we're going to be honest here, I miss Germany. I can't say I wasn't warned. Culture shock would be inevitable, because if it wouldn't be then you didn't do a very good job enjoying another culture. But man, it's really rather awkward. More on that later though, because this is what's important.
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Look at this picture. Check out the hottie for a grandma! This lady is my hero and if/when I go through all the scheisse that she had to, Du meine Gute, let me bounce back like that. I was silently watching her as she coddled the new grandbaby, tubbed, and drove a new boat for god sake and I was proud. Was it just earlier last year that I was feeling guilty about leaving for Germany? I kept thinking, "Shouldn't this be the other way around? Why is my heart swelling?" Well, because this lady is worth all the stupid culture shock. At least until she asks me to resume all of my motherly duties again. She could hold off on that...
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