It’s odd. I moved the last couple of days, from one nice little Southern German college town to a even smaller and nicer little Southern German college town. The place where I did my undergraduate work, where I met so many important friends. Where I met “the One”. It was a good, a long awaited decision to move. Here I can do what I do best. I found a cozy new flat nest. The actual moving, reconstructing Ikea furniture, unpacking boxes was easy-peasy, thanks to the help of great friends and family both here and there. But it still felt like something was missing.
As lame as it sounds: I feel more at home now that I’m connected to the interwebs again. I’m back, babydoll.
Thoughts?