I’ve been in Germany for 17 years now but I’ll never stop identifying myself as an American first, so I’m going to chime in on both countries.
USA:
Do you love your country?
I do.
If so, can you articulate why?
Well. It’s home. I can disappear into the crowd there and feel like I’m swimming in the midst of the school. Plus I truly believe in the promise and potential of the American ideal. At its best, America is a great and a good country.
If not, why not?
Does not apply
If you don’t love your country, why do you still live there?
Does not apply.
In what country would you prefer to live, given your druthers?
If I only had myself to consider, I’d be back in America in a heartbeat.
Germany:
Do you love your country?
Um. I don’t know that I would use the word ‘love’ to describe my feeling about Germany. This is not the ideal environment for an introvert who appreciates gracious, friendly behavior and likes to feel intelligent. I get along fine in German now, but I still miss quite a bit of what people say, especially in group conversations, and I don’t like that feeling one bit. I also singularly dislike feeling like ‘foreigner’ is such a prominent part of my identity here, even after such a long time. My father-in-law is a great guy, for example, but he still solemnly explains German expressions to me at almost every gathering, generally ones that I have known longer than the grandchildren I gave him who are sitting right beside him and not getting treated to the same condescending lecture do. Also, while I’m all about the crankiness, it’s too damned dark here. We’re coming off the darkest winter on record and I’m pretty sure my vitamin D levels must be negative right about now. And do not get me started on the school system and its rigid, downward-sorting, class-oriented vibe.
On the other hand, I’m blessed to live in a place with such a rich cultural life. My husband and I have had a subscription to the Frankfurt Opera for over a decade and they are world class. There are local festivals all the time which are great fun. We have terrific friends and, while it took us waaaaaay longer to get rooted in the community here than it would have in America, strong community ties. There may be very few nice days here, weather-wise, but the silver lining there is that you do learn to fully appreciate every single one. I’ve had some extraordinary experiences here, like winning tickets to watch an opera at Bayreuth from seats set on the stage to being chosen as an audience member lifeline on the German version of Who Wants to be a Millionaire. (Call me, Günther Jauch!)
If you don’t love your country, why do you still live there?
It’s not just about me. My husband is German. Our kids are rooted in life here. Until they’re out of school (bite me, German school system), here is where you’ll find me. Once they move on to university, I expect I’ll be able to spend more of each year in the States, and if I could spend my winters around my family in Florida, I foresee my grumpiness dropping away dramatically.
To all those who expressed a preference for no-bake cheesecake: you’re dead to me.