I cannot believe this was exactly a year ago - the feeling of time has been very shifty over the last 365 days.
I remember being so psyched when I realized that I would actually be in the States for the 4th of July. We were planning a massive voter registration effort, and I truly thought that everyone would be excited about registering to vote on this day.
As soon as we got to the Summerlin parade, I felt something was off. I hadn’t realized that we were in the conservative part of Las Vegas - we were way outnumbered by the conservative candidates volunteers, who wore matching T-shirts, had set up tents, and were handing out balloons and cold waters to kids!
After a morning of hustling, running around in the heat, I think I registered three people (I had set myself the goal of at least 20). What a disappointment!
Not only that, I was also intensely homesick. I felt like I didn’t belong, all these people were strangers, they were doing strange things, and acting in strange ways, eating strange foods.
Now, a year later, I am home. Berlin has become the place that I belong to. The people may be weird, but they are not strange.