Sometimes it's the small things.

For those of you who I've talked to, you know being here isn't always easy for me. I don't speak the language, I work crazy weird hours, I have major FOMO for all the friends dinners and ladies' nights in San Francisco, and damn! going to the grocery store every day because things are sold in tiny one-serving portions is annoying. Yes, in spite of the quick and pretty Instagrams, it is indeed often hard. 

But! There are also wonderful things about being here and living in Europe. There's the obvious reasons like living an hour from the Alps, or being able to jet off to Rome or Barcelona or London. There are also the small reasons, the things that are just a tiny bit different from what we do in the states, or are just a tiny bit wonderful in their own way. Sometimes, it's the small things that make it so interesting and fun. 

A few weeks ago, we were driving home from the mountains and saw the German-equivalent of a Pick-Your-Own flower farm! And then I came across another! Complete with an on-your-honor payment system and little crappy knives to cut the blooms. Man, do I love this place. I've already become a regular patron anytime we're driving nearby. I love being able to cut my own pretties and smell them all week long. 

Sometimes it really is the small things.