One year ago yesterday I left my little bavarian snow globe, my adventurous European globetrotting life, to move back to my little hometown of Gresham, Oregon.
I missed the town, my community, my family, and honestly I missed the chance to pet every dog that I see (this is not a thing in Germany... Dogs are for their owners and no one else). I knew it would be the best decision for me, rather than to try and stay in Garmisch, but I don't think I really knew what to expect.
This past year has been the most lonely, hard, and anxiety and stress-ridden year of my life, partly due to a small amount of reverse culture shock, partly to a general feeling of "well how do I follow THAT up?" But it's also been an amazing year filled with all new types of adventure. I get to hug my family and dog. I can watch my niece and nephew grow up in person. I have Church and traditions. I started my first grown up job, talking about travel all day every day, with coworkers I love and bosses that are sending me on a work trip to Europe when I haven't even been with the company for a whole year. I went back to school for a degree in a subject that has always fascinated me. I'm living right in the center of the town I love and working downtown in one of my favorite cities. I can have plants and candles and pets. I got to visit 10 months after I left (with a side trip to Greece!), I'm going on a vacation to another country for the first time ever with my family next week.
And I pet every single dog I see.