Why I’m a homebody (at times)

It’s a beautiful Sunday lunchtime, first sunday of summer, there are probably millions of people in all directions of me planning on taking serious advantage of the weather. I’m happy for them, I really am. But it’s too hot. I don’t mean, it’s too hot number-wise. I meant it’s too hot not to have some air-conditioning and chilled and darkened rooms at times. People are here don’t get that, that I don’t need the sun everytime it’s there. There’s like some irrational belief that Germans don’t know if the sun will come out again for sure so they take advantage. After growing up in southern California, it’s clear to me that the sun will most definitely be there tomorrow. Like death and taxes, baby, ya know what I’m saying?

But that’s not why I’m a homebody. This is why…

In a little less than 5 weeks, I’m going to be leaving Freiburg for 9 weeks. True, I will have about 2 of those weeks at my parents’ place in southern California and that is awesome and it’s home. But, 6 of those weeks will be spent in Central America, constantly away from home, in motion, with nothing but what I carry on my back and my lady will be with me. We’ll be taking buses with chickens, defecating in the occasional uber-disgusting bathroom and being on edge often in a pre-emptive sense of being extra aware of our surroundings because of where we are. I don’t expect it to be too dangerous for us but they are 3rd world countries. For that whole time, we’ll be lowering our standards, having moments of doubt after having made a decision, in a language that I speak ok and she doesn’t really speak but she understands some. This is not going to be a vacation, friends.

I do this for experience, to take photographs, to mix with other cultures and languages, eat strange foods and try to have a good time no matter where I am in the world. There will be very little relaxing as a vacation would be. This is straight up adventure and intensity. I can’t stress that enough. I’m not telling you to feel sorry for me, I just don’t want you to think that I’m particularly relaxed when I first come back from a 6-week “adventure”. It’s harder than staying at home. Staying at home and working is way easier than my vacations. Maybe that’s why I go away so often, from Freiburg because at times it feels like vacation here.

The point is, I’m not gonna have my bed, my desk and shower and afternoon breeze and views and lifestyle for over 2 months. I’m going to have language school students stay in my room the two months I’m gone. I’m sure I will miss this.

Do you get it? I’m somewhere now that I know I will miss in 5 weeks. It’s a nice day. Big deal, I’ll have this in the 3 weeks in california. But my apartment, which is too hot and without air conditioning or a dishwasher, a small leak in the roof of the kitchen, a super loud street on one side and it’s on the 4th floor with no elevator and it’s not completely level somehow, I love this place. It’s my home, no matter how cheap it is. It’s great. So here I am, at my desk at 12:42pm on a beautiful Sunday, thinking about darkening the room, putting the fan almost directly on me and watching a movie of no consequence. Can ya dig?


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