Sia - Breathe Me
Verloren, vielleicht.
Every time I return from visiting my grandmother in Germany, I have an almost irresistible urge to flee the states for my birthland, and I often feel a tinge of treason for not doing just that. But I don’t use “treason” in any political or nationalistic sense; perhaps only intellectually. Since my first language was German, my mind must have the vestiges of a neural component that would allow me to excel linguistically should I choose to immerse myself in the language once again. Despite opportunities abounding, however, which admittedly increase the attraction of relocating, I can’t seem to bring myself to take the steps that would result in foreign residence. I suppose it all comes down to a reason that’s simple yet inescapable: I don’t want to leave those I love, whom I see rarely enough as it is.
