A Business Interim Report

My blog shall be about my life now, as the great journey is complete.

The important and worth writing about parts I will gladly put down for you. This raises a question: What is important enough?

This takes us back to a topic of old, before my journey, which was central in my life: The apprenticeship.

A major point on the agenda of the ‘reintroduction’ is a job.
As many know, I have finished an apprenticeship as an electronics technician and wanted to freely look around the job market when I come home.

As my interest in computers of all kinds has been ever-present and the only thing holding me off turning passion into profession is further education, I looked in that very direction.
And behold, the best thinkable career path is a local IT company, which has some more apprenticeship openings to fill this year.
So I was offered an internship, to have the chance to decide between the different kinds of apprenticeships. I am looking forward to it, a unique opportunity!!

I am all content with the idea to start growing into a blossoming company as a twice graded IT guy one day.

That’s all about my career plans. Let’s see, maybe something worth mentioning might happen in the next days? 🙂

Week 3

I made it a little cosy for myself. Instead of the ceiling lights, my spherical lamp on the floor makes for some subdued light. My thermos stands by my side and I put on some music. Quietly, it is late already…
Rain pelts against the windows, the night is ripped apart by lighting and thunder…

My head is spinning a little. So many things I go through and so many are coming at me and many more I push tend to push into the future. From meeting with dear friends from home and those you met in New Zealand, car formalities, birthday parties, job search, technical doings on my computer and domestic duties to my beloved theatre rehearsals.

From one of those I just came home. And that was where it struck me. It has all stayed the same. Not much changes. And under this old light you seem as if you never left. You walk the more or less well known streets and into the more or less well known corners and you don’t have the urge to think about it. About the 17 months you spent abroad. About the time my family and friends, who are now around as ever, missed me.

You easily fall back into the old habits you were happy to lay off ‘over there’. It works just the same now. It works just as ever.
What is left? Is is the souvenirs you put on your shelf? Is it the pictures you safe on your hard drive? Is it the clothes you bought ‘over there’?
It is the countless memories. It is the many new contacts you never would have dreamed of taking care of one day. It is the friends you can call yours. It is the steps you had to take, towards self-reliance and self-knowledge. It is the lessons you learned for life.

And that was it all. It is behind me. It is in the room and it is my turn to make something out of it. What did I learn? What do I apply? How does this long time of my life influence my living?

You see, I have time for deeper thoughts, too…
I think therefore I am.

 

 

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.

Gratinated bread rolls with mum’s guacamole. 🙂

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

Back again

I have plenty of time now.

Time to settle. Time to correspond more. Time to comprehend the past 17 months. Time to see all the people again.

Time… It went by like nothing else!

Now I am sitting in paradise. Mum is cooking mind-blowing meals again, my dearly missed speakers do their job and the parts to upgrade my computer are arriving one by one.

Even with this post I have waited several days too many.
Didn’t I promise you to continue writing? Well, most of my readers can just talk to my just like that again, but I don’t want to become lazy!

That is why I use this post, to break the blogger-ice. More thorough reports about my homecoming itself and about the impressions of the days to follow will follow. For first impressions don’t cease even after a week!

In the soft pillows of the Hotel Mama you can fall into a deep sleep very quickly.
But it would be a shame to miss all the things to experience and to discover!

My journey goes on, stay tuned!

Every day is one of the past eventually…

A Significant Interim Report

Sunset over the fjordland:

 

 

One more of times, we arrived at our destination. Every day another great car trip, incomprehensible landscapes and always a different stay.
At the end of each day there is not much time left for the internet, you are tired and you need your sleep for the next even more exciting day.

So, here is a little overview for you guys, just before I go to bed.
Sadly you don’t get a fully crafted report of what I feel and go through, but instead a little palette of visual treats. 😉

Six Barrel Soda, a Wellington gem!

Crossing the Marlborough Sounds towards the South Island. For the first time in daylight. 😀

Upright for who?? 😉

 

 

I kept showing my parents all the places I have been, with all the memories of the good old days attached. 🙂

The west coast. Predicate optional.

Back then, in Winter, there were but little cicadas rataplanning in Punakaiki. 😉

 

 

 

 

You have to accept my apology for posting less than we’d all wish for in these special times. But one thing is the most important. That is, that we are all happy. 😉

And I am just that, for 1000 good reasons!! 😀

 

 

Mum and dad are here now!

I am sitting on the deck outside the house and have breakfast. Baked beans, backpacker style, and enjoy the Summer heat and the wonderful view on the hills around Wellington.

Dad is sitting next to me, has his first ever serving of baked beans on toast and goes on about teak wood, of which the table is made of and points out one detail after the other about New Zealand’s buildings. Mum is still asleep after the late arrival and the long flight yesterday. Sleep is valuable.

Now I listen very closely, when my parents have something to say or just tell me something about the current environment. In 14 months far from home I have come to value the significance of parents in your life.
Especially when you have lived through times that defined you as a person and often faced your innermost values. I could in many situations give my parents all credit for determining facets of myself.
I want to know more about these wonderful people and want to get to know them better than ever before.

It is just incredible to see the same well-known persons around you, who you haven’t seen in such a while. On top of that in New Zealand, far from the mutual home.

In a too natural manner we walk down the Wellington waterfront, have some coffee in the cafes I not long before had coffee with my friends, visit places where I had wished for my parents to be here, but never thought they would be HERE one day.

I show them many new things, you can say for sure. But I clearly notice that they can show me just as many new things in return, still.
I think, the next weeks are going to be the most special in our lives!