This picture is of my German kitchen with my freshly-washed dishes and my finally-dry-after-three-days-because-we-don’t-have-a-dryer laundry. It only took me about a dozen loads of laundry to realize that life in Europe isn’t as glamorous as we Americans tend to believe it is. Guess what… Europeans actually go to work. Yeah, it’s true. And then they come home, cook dinner, clean up, do laundry, watch a little TV, and go to bed. Sound familiar? And while Germans are surrounded by intriguing countries like France, Italy, Austria, Switzerland, and the Netherlands, many can’t afford to travel because fuel is around $8.50 a gallon. And no, that’s not a typo.
*I think I hear the sound of romantic European dreams being shattered all across America.*
Want to know what’s even more interesting? They’re all jealous… OF US. Nearly every European who talks to my husband and learns he has an American wife asks him, “Why didn’t you go to America?! If I married an American, there’s no question where we would live!”
I should mention, though, that glamorous or not, I love my life. I’m thrilled to be in Germany with the man of my dreams, and I have no desire to move back to the U.S. anytime in the foreseeable future.
I should also mention that yesterday my husband and I went for a drive. We picked wild cherries on the side of the road and then drove with the windows down while the 78° wind blew in our hair. Then we went to a castle, explored a random cave we stumbled upon, ate amazingly delicious and authentic Greek food, stopped to take pictures of the hot air balloon soaring majestically over a small village in the Bavarian country, and eventually found our way back home at 23:30 where I admired the endless stars in the clear, country sky.
It’s those kinds of days that make all the laundry and dish-washing worth it. I never had days like that in America, and maybe I just always took my home country for granted and missed out on equally romantic moments, but I’m not sure where I would even go in the States to have a day like that.
All the Germans in Germany can think I’m crazy for wanting to come here, but it’s here in Germany, with all my non-glamorous household tasks, that I feel like I’m finally living.