I wonder what the teenage me would think, because back then I dreamed of living abroad (and me at 24 dreamed of returning home – how funny.) Right now I sit in the train and hear those place names: the conductor calling out the train to Hamburg, to Kaiserslautern, the regional to Köln. I sit and the Rhein river is right here, outside my window. I think of myself on a map and try to wrap my head around it.

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