Homecoming

I just mowed the lawn and swept in front of the house.

Every move I carried out as if I did it yesterday for the last time. Then upstairs to my room again and turn on music. My old computer is running again and in the browser I encounter a folder of bookmarks.
Here I read about travel advice, packing lists and New Zealand… Never this collection of information was less important to me than today.

Because I was there. Now I have been everywhere.
You accumulate the information, you plan, you go there, experience and…think back. That is the flow.

But before I attempt highly philosophical statements, at this point I wanted to tell you about the moments of my homecoming. To Germany. Home.

After a pleasant flight, where people talked too much German to my taste (due to the airline) and some little time waiting I took my luggage on the last way.

Before my journey was completed in the arms of my family, I took one last shot:

Before I could even grasp it all, I sat next to the as if naturally placed there grand piano, I listened to the familiar tunes of my brothers hands and held a little child in my arm.
To my surprise Vincent was part of the welcome committee alongside his parents! I just went with them all and just like that we were on the Autobahn.

My loved ones made a long before proclaimed wish come true and indeed, we made halt at a rest stop and took in some exquisit meal.

And thus, I was home. All the known and still, all new…