“Never give up. No one knows what is going to happen next.”
-L. Frank Baum, author of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
-L. Frank Baum, author of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
Well, I may not be skipping down a yellow brick road in a land populated by Munchkins and flying moneys, but I am most definitely not in Kansas (or Minnesota) anymore…
Stade City Center |
Instead, I find myself in a land of crooked cobblestone streets and dozens of little bread shops where the words I hear are foreign and, more often that I care to admit, unrecognizable to my pitifully untrained ear. In this land, shops close promptly at 6:30pm, trains are never late and no one jaywalks (even when there are no cars in sight). The people are friendly, but distant and, I begrudgingly admit, I am homesick.
The Altstadt (old part of the city) |
I miss the ease of walking into a post office and buying stamps without needing to rehearse every word I am about to say. I miss driving my car. I miss being able to read the buttons on my appliances. I miss the ability to call a friend or talk to my parents whenever I feel like it. I miss my dog.
But, in the midst of missing my old life, I am also learning to appreciate (and maybe someday to love) a new life in a new country. The family I work for is very kind and has gone out of their way to help me get settled in. The kids keep me so busy I barely have time to breath when I am with them (I am literally sweating by the time we finish our morning routine). The food is different but very good. And on my day off I was even able to go into Hamburg and meet another American au pair who is very nice and willing to be my travel buddy this year J
So it isn’t all bad, in fact, it isn’t even mostly bad. It’s just different. But don’t be fooled because, no matter what anyone tells you, different is hard. It can be something as small as learning to use a scale instead of measuring cups when baking, or something as large as trying to register yourself with the local police, but either way, “different” will eventually catch up to you. And, late at night when you’re all alone, different might just kick you in square in the face and then run away laughing. At this point it is your job to find a really sturdy helmet and a mouth guard because, let me tell you, “different” just got started…