I walked down State Street today and it made me miss Germany. I had my iPod on full blast, resonating the early 2000 electro mix that was given to me in 2001. Tracks such as "Fernsehturm" and "Ich Weiss Warum" build a sadness that made me want to hop on a plane, just for moment, and have the thrill of my favorite city - Berlin. That pounding redundance that was so familiar to my Friday and Saturday nights struck a deep chord, that I am not sure if I can deny much longer. I stood on the corner near the El, and wished myself back to that place where it was 4 a.m. and I was alone on the corner...in Berlin.
Something about the night culture there captivates me, makes me want more and crave it like a Hershey bar on a lousy afternoon. Although only 2 p.m. in downtown Chicago, I wished it to be 6 a.m. in Berlin, sweaty and loud pushing off the creep who tells me "You are American beautiful."
I realize that I am not fully here in the United States, and not quite left Germany. I don't know where I stand and I wonder if I ever will. Day by day I realize it will figure itself out, but the limbo is killing me.
Something about the night culture there captivates me, makes me want more and crave it like a Hershey bar on a lousy afternoon. Although only 2 p.m. in downtown Chicago, I wished it to be 6 a.m. in Berlin, sweaty and loud pushing off the creep who tells me "You are American beautiful."
I realize that I am not fully here in the United States, and not quite left Germany. I don't know where I stand and I wonder if I ever will. Day by day I realize it will figure itself out, but the limbo is killing me.
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