While gazing out my kitchen window at the neighborhood this morning, it occurred to me that it looks normal now. It's the view I see multiple times every day. The older woman next door loves to garden, and her yard is lovely. Though her house has a detached and very German looking garage, brick rather than poured driveway, and overcast German skies above rather than clear blue Midwestern ones, it's grown familiar and comforting.
The other houses in the neighborhood are very German in their architecture as well, with tiled roofs, sunrooms and terraces, fences lining the streets and meticulously manicured lawns. And this morning, I realized I feel comfortable and more at home. It's really nice to not feel as foreign.
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