Day One

My first night back in my own bed after a special kind of get away from home - the hospital. Pure bliss of lying between my own cushions, having sweet Leonie (the cat) sitting on the piano and purring. Suddenly, you are on your own again, there is no bell to ring for a nurse, if you're in pain and no constant treatment. I have to handle my way through the narrow hallway on crutches and somehow get the milk out of the fridge, into my coffee and back again single-handedly. Still, I've never missed this place so much before.

"Inclusion of minorities of any kind" has been a quite an important topic, that's why this home coming is a special one. Every time I get home, I am altered, changed and full of new experiences. This time my physical alteration has been so great, I have to completely re-structure my routine at home. This is new. Home has always been a place, where you can move around with ease, where you can relaxe, because everything is familiar. On crutches, I discover that the bathroom door is awfully narrow, there are conveniently lots of areas to put stuff for a second between fridge and oven, there are too many shoes in the hallways and why is our apartment on the fourth floor?! Six weeks of living at home a different way ahead of me, oh my...