If the places I’ve lived were the people I’ve dated, Germany would be the one I call at 2 am while sloppy drunk in order to leave a horrible rendition of “Teenage Dream” on their answering machine.
Mom: One of my friends is going to Germany tomorrow.
Em: AHHHHH why am I not going to Germany tomorrow.
Mom: She knows people who have a vinyard outside Frankfurt.
Em: AHHHH I know people who have vinyards outside Frankfurt.
Mom: And then they're going to Oktoberfest.
Em: AHHHH I know people who are going to Oktoberfest.
There’s nobody here to sing Koa Hiatamadl with me at, like, 2 in the morning.
Leaving the place I grew up for the place I was born and raised. What the fuck is this shit.
(Most shockingly sad thing I’ve done recently: said goodbye to the guy who works at the neighbourhood Turkish take-away place.)