I am borrowing a car for the last leg of my outbound journey, and it has been almost six months since I have driven. It’s a little mind-boggling how daily life in Freiburg differs so much from daily life in Nebraska. I spent last night in Brooklyn with Buttless, and it seems to fall in the middle.
I experienced the comforting familiarities of America like English and marked-down Valentine’s Day candy, but I felt back in Europe when I was finding my way from the airport to Brooklyn and back. This is challenging no matter how many cities I navigate. I am always nervous I am walking the wrong way, will board the wrong train, or will miss the next one.
My brother picked me up from the Lincoln airport tonight, and it felt extremely luxurious.