As some of you may know, I’ve wanted to move back to the US for a number of years. Honestly, fear was probably what kept us here. Fear of the unknown, fear of the little hell that is moving your entire life from one continent to another (it wasn’t fun the first time, it isn’t fun this time, and let me tell you, I’m never doing this again), fear of buying a house (though more accurately, fear of not being able to afford to buy the kind of house that we wanted).
Despite all those fears, I still wanted to be back in the States, I just wasn’t looking forward to getting there and the whole moving process, and it was easier to stay here of course. We shouldn’t have stayed so long really, but some things seem to have worked out for the better, like the location that we’re going to and the housing market right now being a buyers market.
Even so, there are just so many things about living here that I’m tired of, and have been for years (some of which, in all fairness to Germany, has to do with the US Army and all it’s idiocy). It’s a nice place to visit, but I don’t want to live in Germany any longer. I won’t go into the laundry list of stuff that annoys me on a daily basis here; suffice it to say that I’ve groused enough over the years about all of this stuff that ITMan is now saying “Okay, we’re headed back to the States finally. It’s what you’ve wanted for years, so I don’t want to hear any complaints from you when we get there.” Hmfph.
Okay, I’m not sure I can do “no complaints” at all. I’ve said for years that there were maybe three things that I would miss about Germany when we finally are back in the States: the Autobahn, the windows and the rolladen, and … um … yeah, I guess that’s it. Of those, the only thing that will elicit actual complaints is missing the Autobahn. Even after just that one week in Georgia for house hunting, I can already tell that it’s going to be painful to drive at 55-75 on the highway instead of 95-105. On the highway between Atlanta and Augusta, there’s nothing there for heaven’s sake, and it seems to take forever to get from one to the other.
I kept my car in Germany for as long as possible, only giving it up to the shipper yesterday, two days before I’m flying out myself. That way I could have a few more trips on the Autobahn in it. I wasn’t in the States when this commercial came out from Ford, but I saw it on the Internet and I still love it. So appropriate, even though I don’t have a Shelby:
ITMan is sure that I’ll be the first one to get a speeding ticket, and though I’ll try to be good, he’s probably right. I’m not placing any bets on him being wrong, for sure! I have that Sammy Hagar song in my head: “I can’t drive 55”! I probably need to buy a different car that’s not so muscle/sports car-ish or something. Maybe that would help.
Even disregarding the whole speed limit issue, driving on American highways is going to make me nuts. Once you’ve driven in Germany with the “slow traffic stays right, only use the left lane to pass” laws—that people actually follow—you are forever changed. You spend all your time bopping back and forth between lanes getting out of the way of the guy behind who is trying to crawl in your trunk, getting strange looks because you’re doin’ it right, while you are surprised and baffled by those folks who pass on the right constantly at high speeds doin’ it wrong. I’m just sayin’. It’s a totally different way of driving in Germany than it is in the US, and it makes more sense and seems safer actually, despite the whole “no speed limit on the Autobahn” thing.
So there it is, my one complaint—or soon-to-be complaint—that I have about not living in Germany. It’s all about the Autobahn. I’m headed for Georgia tomorrow! Over and out…