Photo (cc) flickr user dorena-wm

You might think that after seven years of living in the same place, you’d be used to all the differences between that place—which in my case just happens to be a different country with a different language and culture than where I was raised—and the one that you still, irrationally, refer to as “home.”  And while I might be used to speaking German and having really good bread available cheaply on every corner, there are still those little things.  As they say, “it’s the little differences.”