Where is Home

On the flight to Boston...

I told someone I was going home Aril 1st. Then I realized. I referred to Luxembourg as home. It's hard to know where home is at present. 

I went through the motions getting on this flight. I was uncertain how I felt. People ask me if I'm excited about a trip back. Yes? They asked if I will be homesick visiting. Yes?  

I know things will be different. I'm stepping into a role and sessions I've done many times before, but now as a substitute. I've relinquished my beloved class to another. I still made sure their dietary and religious needs were cared for as I knew no one else would think about it. 

But here we are. Somewhere over the Atlantic. Only an hr. out from Boston. And I'm feeling giddy. Nervous and happy. 

For the first time, I'm entering the United States and can't tell the customs officer I'm going home. I'm only visiting. I will return in 8 short days. 

Yes, I proudly hold my US passport. But it's different now. So many conflicting emotions. Where is home? 

Sitting in Luxembourg

Landing in Munich, it truly felt like I was going back home. There was a sense of relief of being close to where I'm based now. It's weird, once I accepted the job here in Luxembourg, I felt like I was 1000% all in. As every flight into Luxembourg now, I was totally passed out until the final descent. And then just stared in absolute awe in the beautiful luscious green fields greeting me and welcoming me back. As I inserted the key into the lock, I felt the familiar relief of entering my space. There was also the help of flying back with the certainty now of an apartment and place to live beginning in a few weeks, the exhaustion of the role I used to do, and the bloating a week of American food gave me. 

Speaking of food... everyone asked me what I missed most from the USA, and now I know. Taco Bell! While it was the only fast food I visited in Boston during the last three years, albeit not often, I went a whopping four times in my 8 days there. And the icing on my proverbial cake was an impulse bag of fiery Cheetos at Wal-mart. The tangy and fiery crunch make my head sweat and my heart swell with happiness. I did fill my luggage with Reese eggs, Twizzlers, Peeps and nerd ropes to entertain my office here- the Peeps bright colors scared some, but I noticed the Nerd ropes disappearing, and the Reese eggs quickly vanished as well :) 

Moien Luxembourg. This is where I belong, and this is where I will be building my life now. Äddi!