I arrived back home on friday. The rush of too many things happening at the same time left me no space to think and process what just happened - result: I was completely knocked out on sunday. The rush of seeing old friends after two years of separation, good byes, surprising hellos to a lot of people, tattoos, flights, younameit... this was a lot to digest.
And yes, home. I get this fuzzy feeling thinking about this word. And I feel really good to call Berlin - more specifically the people around me - my home. I mentioned it here that I had this very good feeling about moving in with these people. It was a long process: I never wanted to settle for Berlin, I was restless because somewhere in my heart I had this feeling that I will "end up" here, so I tried my best to avoid calling it home again for a long time. And it was worth it. I am free to roam around the way I like and have this wonderful spot to call home. And I love it with all its imperfections, that's what it is about: accepting it for what it is and loving it.
Hello, it's good to be back.
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