Cold. Grey. Dark. Falling leaves. Autumn air. Clementines. Heavy sweater. Short days. Mist. Fireplace. Yellow leaves.
Just like that, summer is gone.
I don’t take it too hard, to be honest. Maybe that is because I had my last German autumn 2 years ago.And my last winter here is but 3 years in the past now.
In every new week I spend in school or at work, the difference of this life and the one I have lived for 1,5 years gets to me all the clearer.
In the end I have longed for a place to stay for a longer time. Have a genuine daily routine. Not to be on your way with everything you own after a few months. And it is good this way.
My nephew proceeds to say my name all over already (sounds like Owee) and can take more and more steps on his own.
To write a blog post, you got to have two things. Something exciting to tell and on top of that time (and maybe to be kissed by the muse).
Unfortunately I had to admit to myself not getting a hold of either lately. At least in those times, where the mix of the apprenticeship, stage play and all aside the personal life don’t let you breathe freely.
I miss the time abroad, when you wouldn’t be able to list more responsibilities other than eating and sleeping. And maybe taking pictures. Everyone having traveled a long way would know that coming home is not easy. If at first everything seems so familiar, things have changed, still. Inside yourself and in the places you find yourself once more. It will take some time to process and arrange that for yourself.
Even if these days you don’t take your camera with you on every step, you can still land some nice shots.
Life ain’t not uneasy, I overheard one saying. How true. You have to take back here and there to come out of the dark valley. But some travel plan(s) I got for the time coming, don’t fret…
You’ll hear from me.
