Home feels very far away. Home feels like a memory, but also feels like where I am right now.
I did not bring too much with me to Germany, but I do feel content with not needing much more than what I currently have.
I began to wonder if I lived in Berlin someday, and I also wonder how my mother would feel if I did live 4000 miles away from her.
Constantly, I stop myself and realize, “Wow, I’m in Germany,” and I recognize that this is all transient. In about a month from now, the program will end and we will be parting ways. This makes me a little melancholy, but it also reminds me to appreciate this experience as much as I am able to.
I am curious to see how differently I will view the U.S. when I return. I hope that I have picked up better habits while abroad such as self-care, exercise, and eating breakfast.
Perhaps home is not necessarily a physical location after all—perhaps it is a state of mind when one feels at an extent of contentment, familiarity, or connection.