Last night I dreamt that we were back in Germany. We were walking down the cobblestone streets together to work, meeting up with our friends at "the Cafe Wunderbar", hearing the churchbells and weaving through the narrow alleyways. The ancient churches, the river running through the small town, the old buildings...
I blinked awake and saw the now familiar view of pristine 2 story homes of American Suburbia. All the homes on our street are new and were built within the past 8 years. I saw the next door neighbor step into his SUV with his business suit and pull out of the driveway.
it's so different here...
I miss Europe so much. Sometimes It feels like a dull ache in my stomach.
We don't have our new car on the road yet. The previous owner lost her title to the car, she claimed it wouldn't be an issue but and the DMV wouldn't accept only the registration last week. So we have to buy her a new title and she has to fill out all these new forms. Meanwhile the car just sits unused without plates while we wait.
It's frustrating, starting over and the struggles we keep encountering to get completely back on our feet since returning to the states. sometimes I just want to take the next plane back...When is it going to get easier?
This morning as I sipped my coffee, I glanced down at the text in the mug. A mug we brought with us from Germany.
"Aller Anfang ist Schwer"
Translation: "Every Beginning is hard."
Day 105 of 365 days