Getting Over It ... with the Little Things

I am sitting at the kitchen table I will now call "home" for the next unstated period of time, looking out into a yard that someone else mowed, and watching it rain.  It feels like home.

Living in Vienna has given me much ... too much I could not find words to articulate the depth.  However, this morning I am reminded about the "little" things that I have craved deep in a place I had forgotten about - slow rain, resounding thunder, and sudden flashes of lightning. Oh my word, this Oklahoma girl is deeply satisfied.

I think I am supposed to put pen to paper as I maneuver through these next phases of adjustment.  You can follow along ... or not.  I just want to pave the way for someone else who may follow in my unsteady footsteps.

American TV:  I am greatly excited to get to watch documentaries on PBS (I'm a total nerd) while at the same time deeply disturbed by some person called "Honey Bo Bo child" and her family.

American Food:  I am pretty sure I love the gluten free aisle of the grocery store but am distressed over the amount of coffee creamer flavors one may purchase to poison ... I mean "sweeten" ... ones coffee.

American Roads/Houses/Landscape:  When did the roads get so wide, parking places so large, houses so far apart from one another and grass so well manicured?  Wow.

American Public:  While I've been out of country, has someone somewhere passed a law making it OK to wear sleeping wear and flip flops to every public place?  Does no one own a sewing machine to hem frayed jeans and shorts?

Air Conditioning:  May I just say ... other than my relationship with Jesus ... I am not sure I have been so deeply, profoundly, and just flat out giddy about air conditioning.  I am sleeping in a house in the middle of summer with blankets ... and laughing at my Austrian friends who tell me I may get sick.  By the way, wear are my tissues?

Just a few more steps on this journey ...