January 2, 2012. We are looking forward (not!) to driving back to the ferry and all the way across the channel to England after a lovely few days with M, K, E and Baby M in L (which followed a fabulous Christmas "at home" in Wunstorf).
Well equipped with towels and bags in case anyone feels like throwing up (like on the way out), and stocked to the roof with Pflaumenmuss, herbal cough teas, other can-only-be-had-in-Germany essentials and presents galore.
And here's The Truth: 8 years in, England feels like home. English breakfast tastes better than German breakfast. Christmas cards, English style, are as basic a requirement as a front door, and although German sized bedrooms are a delight (like, at least three times bigger than Tara's) and German playgrounds and indoor pools are way superior, this really feels like we are going home. Eight years and one's own house do make a difference.
We've got a lot of growing (and me, shrinking) to do this year. (By which I do not mean increasing the number of family members!)
1 comment:
That's great, Alex. Just the way it is supposed to be. And English cards really are WAY cooler than German ones. Still, I am a bit worried that you actually prefer an English breakfast over a German one. Might be time to trade passports. You MUST miss German bread, it's a genetic given (or maybe just a cliché?!).
Happy New Year!
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