A few nights ago, listening to my favorite songs I realized, that I no longer have a hideout. In America, Milwaukee Wisconsin particularly, I had my “secret places”, where I could go and sing, or cry and scream, and be certain that I would not bother anyone and vice versa.
Back in Germany, I can’t find a place like that within close proximity to my apartment. And I miss that, a lot. Gosh, I used to sing my favorite songs all the time, and it was like medicine. Now, when I go for my walks, and there isn’t anyone nearby, I try for a moment or two and get upset. That’s because I can’t always hit the notes properly, and it just doesn’t sound good. In part, that’s due to my age, but also because I don’t sing regularly anymore. And no, joining a choir isn’t an option because group activities of any kind aren’t for me.
Okay, it’s time to stop now, before I start getting homesick for America again. Maybe one day I will find a little hideout in my town here in Germany as well.