At the end of last year’s post, I was convinced that the year that just finished in my life would have been all about travelling around the world, because of my job. I wrote: It looks like the next twelve months will be more of the same. Well, that didn’t happen. As if I needed … Continue reading Twenty-nine
In the past years, I was always looking for reasons to go away, off on some sort of exploring route or adventure. For the first time, however, I also found what makes me want to “stay”, and not just forever “go”.
It’s that time of the year again. The time that marks the end of a period in your life, and the start of a new one. A better one, you always hope. And my hopes have rarely been higher than this time around.
A mix of awe and sadness grew into me, as I spent a day in the big Tierpark (zoo) in Berlin.
Last week, my girlfriend and I moved to a new flat. There’s more space here, and room to breathe. We found a surprise, however, just outside the window of our living room.
