So it’s time to wrap things up in Germany for a while. On Saturday, assuming a certain Icelandic volcano cooperates, I’ll fly back to California. I’m not sure when I’ll return to Germany next; right now my best guess is sometime in June. It feels like I’ve finally settled in here — and I’m about to leave, without a return ticket arranged yet. The good news is that we have everything in place for my return, when it happens; and I’m definitely looking forward to not worrying about how communicate about basic needs to people around me. I don’t think it’s quite sunk in yet that pretty much everyone in the Bay Area speaks English.
In a way, I’m about to leave one home in order to return to another. Even though Germany doesn’t feel quite like a place I belong yet, our apartment here is my home. California, though — that’s home on another level. That’s the home where I will be rejoining my friends, my family, my coworkers. I know how to get around and where to go; I know what people are saying when they talk to me.