Distance is a tricky little fucker, and I wonder if that makes coming back to Germany after a trip away harder than it needs to be. Not only are you plunged into a sea of disgruntled Germans grumbling into their phones or barking at the person next to them, but the distance between where you are and where you just were a few hours ago makes you pause and wonder -- did your trip actually happen, or were you just daydreaming until a more-disgruntled-than-usual German made you snap out of it?
My thoughts for the evening: I hope I'm just having a rather boring night of REM action right now, and when I wake up I'll be back on the guest mattress in Finland, complete with a certain someone peeking around the door to see if I'm awake yet.
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