HOMESICK
I didn’t even feel it when I was watching the game yesterday, but just now as I was reading this delicious days post, I felt this intense pang of homesickness for Germany. You can moan all you want and tell me a hundred times that I only ever officially lived there for 4 months, but my upbringing was just as German as it was Canadian and I will always belong to both countries. Looking at those Mozart Kugeln and all these happy people celebrating Germany’s entry to the quarter finals has gotten me all soppy-eyed.
I’m going to take a shower and then I’m going to jump on a bus to Soccer Plus International, and I’m going to buy a ridiculously expensive German soccer jersey and cradle it tenderly and wear it around the house all day. They won’t let me have a passport, but I’ll always have this.