A Sort of Homecoming cont.

(And now, the second half of my now-two-week-old, one-in-the-morning ponderance.)

I am no longer homesick in the way I have just described. My current state of homesickness is not crippling like the first. It does not really even hurt that much. It is, as I have said, a thoughtful sort of homesickness. I cannot say it is a more specific form of homesickness than the first, that it is vaguer or more general. I no longer have an urge for one thing in particular, a friend, a family member, a specific dish of food, or my puppy. But I can be more specific about particular feelings or emotions that I miss. The best way I can put this is to say that I am homesick, because I do not feel at home.

Imagine living your life as a guest in your boss’s house. You may like your boss. You may think your boss is one of the most awesome people to walk the face of the earth. You may love your job. But this would still be a slightly uncomfortable situation, and it is exactly the one I have. Andrea and Markus are wonderful people. I have almost nothing but good things to say about them, and the few not good things I could say only come naturally from having lived in the same house with them for nearly fifteen weeks. They have done their best to make me feel welcome, and I have no complaints to make or faults to find on this regard. But I cannot really say that we are friends. Again, this is not to say we do not have a good relationship such as it is. We have good conversations. I enjoy their company. But back home I have a network of intimate, supportive, unusually close friends that up my standards of a true friendship far higher than most people would expect. (I image most people would say this of their friends too. I believe that compared to what I hear from most other people about their friendships, I am not exaggerating when I say some of mine are unusually strong. But I will not try to prove this here. Attempting to do so would be both silly and futile.) When I try to talk with Andrea, our conversation is often interrupted by the kids, which can only be expected. Markus and I can often get a good talk going about fantasy literature, video games, or other such typically “geeky” things, but more often than not these come at a time when we ought to be clearing the table and helping out with the dishes that poor Andrea is doing all on her own while we chat. It is as if Andrea were Martha and I Mary, but since Markus can hardly be Jesus, I cannot quite pretend I am choosing the better part. But no matter what it is we talk about, it lacks something that I share in my conversations with my friends.

One of the bigger holes is that I do not talk with Andrea and Markus about my stories. Most people who could call themselves my friends have heard some small portion of various story ideas. Actually, to make things simple, if you were unaware that I have story ideas which I someday hope to turn into full-blown plots in either written or pictorial form, you are not my friend. Oddly enough, you may still be family. For whatever reason, I do not necessarily talk with my family a great deal about my stories. Maybe I just want to surprise them. (I’m saving it up… like my mustache.) Among my circle of close friends, my numerous characters are a topic of frequent discussion. The questions “what’s up?” and “how’s it going?” are synonymous with “any new developments?” I find it very hard to restrain myself from discussing these things in great detail. Withholding information is something I find very difficult.

My friends may believe that in doing so I am at my most sadistic, but actually, this would be me at my most masochistic.

Having no one readily available to share my latest bursts of creative inspiration puts some strain upon me in ways that are not always apparent, even to myself. And this is just one of the ways in which I enjoy the company of my friends and family. I have no one to hang out with the same way I do with my brothers. I have no one to enjoy anime with, no one to draw with, no one to give me more updates on baseball and the video game community that I really care to know. I had to actually look up baseball stats on my own the other day, because no one had told me how the playoff race was going in weeks. And while I do have my Tae Kwon Do people to work out with, it is not quite the same as bonding with one’s youngest brother in the basement, to the groove of The Flaming Lips.

And yes, mom and dad, I also miss you and our moments of “carefree timelessness.”

In short, I am not as relaxed in the presence of other people as I am at home. The only time where I feel I can really loosen up is when I am alone, and introvert though I am, one does often feel the necessity of needing to feel relaxed with company. And this lack of familiarity echoes through many layers of life here. In ways similar to missing my friends, I miss my community. I miss my city. I never really thought of AA as my hometown until I came here, and it surprises me to hear how much I talk about it. And I miss my country. I am an American, and I love being American. In spite of the reputation for bad food, in spite of our lack of old buildings, in spite of not being Europe, I love America. I miss her, even the parts of her I have never seen or only see rarely. Just two days ago I was struck by the memory of sleeping over at a cabin some friends of mine owned by a lake. I found myself identifying those typical lake front houses that all smell the same and all have the same lake-cabin decor as being somehow part of Michigan, and part of America. The fishers, and farmers, and cowboys are something that I find myself oddly proud of, even if I am none of them myself. The more I am aware of Europe and Germany as something different from America, the more I identify myself with what I have left behind. The more the differences in the cities and landscapes become apparent to me, the firmer my vision of my homeland becomes. I do not expect any European to feel about America the way I feel about it. I would not try to argue that America is better than Europe, or the other way around. But America is different from Europe, and I like her the better for it. We could learn some things from Europeans, particularly in the areas of house construction and architecture, but for the most part, I like us the way we are.

Particularly our apple pie.

Europeans could stand to learn about good apple pies.

But, somehow, I do not believe they will ever understand Rawhide.

10 thoughts on “A Sort of Homecoming cont.

  1. Hrm…. I sense a challenge in this post…1) Blue Dragon is great. It has some major balance issues, especially with the way characters level up. I’m not thrilled with the pace of the battles either. However, it has a vast, expansive world to explore and a Japanese language audio track, which is a huge plus. Uematsu’s soundtrack is mostly phenomenal, including some great mech-themed pieces.2) The Yanks are gonna make the playoffs, after a summer of doubt. They’ve got young’uns contributing everywhere, which is exciting, and while they may not catch Boston, they are in control for the wild card.3) Football sucks. The pro variety has become really boring. The college game is still exciting, but U of M is stunningly, unspeakably bad. Furthermore, the Giants managed to get Eli Manning hurt in his first game. That sucked too. Football and I are going to have a rocky relationship this year, it seems.4) Rawhide totally does not suck, though Season 2 has too little killing for my taste. It takes until the final three episodes for the combined kill total for Rowdy, Gil, and Pete to surpass Wishbone. That stinks. Furthermore, they only released the first half of Season 2. That also stinks. Where’s the second half?!So there. Some useless video game and sports info.


  2. If you come home from Germany with a malevolent mustache, please warn me in advance. I’d like some time to study kung fu and exorcisms. (If that statement makes no sense, It’s because it’s late at night.)I have a similar unease about sharing my stories with my family. They tend not to get as excited about those kinds of things, and consider some of my plot devices (anything sci-fi) weird. They also get quite shocked at the darkish elements in my stories, as though amazed that little Jeannie came up with something unpleasant. Thus, I am discouraged from even mentioning my villains, or the dire situations of characters, much less any specifics thereof. And once that is gone, how do you even try to tell anything important?


  3. C. S. Lewis on affection as regards one’s own country, ie. Patriotism:“I once ventured to say to on old clergyman who was voicing this sort of patriotism, ‘But Sir, aren’t we told that every people thinks its own men the bravest and its own women the fairest in the world.?’ He replied with total gravity – He could not have been graver if he had been saying The Creed at the altar – ‘Yes, but in England it’s true.'”


  4. Interesting post, Laura. I’ve never spent more than six weeks or so abroad, but when I did, and especially when I was away from home at college (not far away, mind you), I reveled in almost the exact opposite emotion: The thrill of not being known. Certainly I was as homesick as anyone sometimes, but I always loved the possibility that, after long hours of studying and laughing and writing poetry and telling stories with a bunch of people who I consider to be my friends, one of them could ask “So Donal, do you have any brothers or sisters?” It’s nice, and probably even essential, to have a home and a family and a town of forty thousand where you can’t go anywhere without seeing someone you know, but it’s also nice to get away from them all, or at least I hope it is for you. Keep up the writing, Lo.


  5. J-chan: Remind me to show you more of the Tick when I get back.Eric: Yeah, pretty much…D.Cous: Thanks! Yeah, the feelings of missing home and the excitement of being “independent” alternate a lot. I think the biggest difference for me is that I don’t spend hardly any time at all with my own age group. I’ve only really “hung out” with someone of my generation twice since I got here, discounting the Tae Kwon Do people. I don’t know if it counts as hanging out if we’re beating each other up at the same time… even if we have great fun in the process.


  6. So I don’t generally do to much commenting. I just don’t feel like it. But you’ve drawn me out into the world wide web and you didn’t even < HREF="http://basebology.blogspot.com/2007/08/quiz.html" REL="nofollow"> cheat<>. However I’m really only commenting to say kudos on the two quotes. Fabulously done I must say. And in regards to baseball, Dan Kaisler will owe me fifteen bucks once the Yankees win the division again. I do understand there are some loosers scampering around the internet and saying whatever they want in the name of stats and reason, but the fact of the matter is that the division is only not in the bag on a mere technicality. (MLB umpires have been notoriously atrocious this year, to the point where they have checked a manager to ensure he was following the dress code in the middle of a game, ejected and suspended a rookie pitcher without a warning, and insist the Yankees and Red Sox play out the season, despite the fact that the Yankees have clinched.)


  7. Rob: You’re confusing me. You say the Yanks have clinched the division, but they’re still five and a half games back. Do you mean they’ve clinched the wildcard? (And I’m glad you liked the quotes. I thought of you when I put up the Tick one.)


  8. Laura, Laura, Laura…We are five games back. There is a strong chance the Yankees will win and the Red Sox will loose. (Yanks up 8-2 right now, Red Sox down 8-4.) So we should pull within four games, but only three on the loss column. This means that with three games left against Boston we will control our own destiny in the division, and no way the Yankees destiny is anything other than another AL East Championship.Of course wouldn’t you know I get an hour long call, and Boston is down 9-8 now. That is so lame. Still four innings left, and tons of runs are flying around. I sure hope Tampa Bay can hold on. Also, A-Rod has 7 homers in the last 5 games, so in two of those games he actually hit two homers. Awesome. He hasn’t homered yet tonight, but I’m sure he will. Giambi has a grand slam.As far as what I meant by clinched, what you have to understand is is that I tend to think just a little positively on what the Yankees will do, and tend to make positive predictions. So yeah, as far as I’m concerned we’ve as much as won the division, only I’m not celebrating yet. May as well wait for when everyone else agrees, because right now there are still people who don’t understand something I’d like to call inevitability. After all, the Wild Card was invented so the Red Sox could make the playoffs when the Yankees won the division.


Leave a Reply to die Amerikanerin Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.