The Little Things..

It's strange what you miss when you leave home. For me it's the small things. I miss arguing with my parents, holding my dog hostage in my bed, my brothers eating the rest of my food when I can't finish it, hugs, my Mom's cooking, and even my older brother's painstakingly slow driving. When you leave home you would never guess that you would miss arguing with your family. I mean who in their right mind thinks, "I will miss yelling about stupid things that don't matter in the long run!" So far, this exchange is teaching me to appreciate the small things in life. I know this isn't a super upbeat post, but I just thought it was interesting what I actually have ended up missing the most. Also, no, nothing is wrong, I am still having the time of my life in Germany. I am just a little homesick.