I've lived overseas for quite some time now. I enjoy it very much; it I didn't I wouldn't have made it a dozen years with nary a regret. I certainly miss being around some family and holidays but you get used to that. You meet new people who become your defacto family and you learn to take up some of the traditions of the locals.
But every April! Baseball! There's no way to recreate the mark of another's winter end here like I can with baseball. I probably am getting a bit nostalgic. I probably never enjoyed it as much as home as I do missing it from afar. Still, it means it's still a part of me, a part of all of us that only gets stirred up because it's truly engrained in us so deep. Thank you baseball for another spring and new year!