Meine kleine Welt

It's the little things that make me happy. Like walking through London in spring and autumn. Like walking through Prague in the spring. Like walking through Berlin in the winter. Like walking through my favorite little artist village at the Northern Sea in the summer. Like watching the sun rise in the morning. Like watching the sun set in the evening. Like watching the moon and the starts on a clear night. Like drinking coffee in the sunshine. Like drinking tea while watching the rain pour down on the window. It's the little things that make me smile. Like hanging out in the tiniest pub in England with friends from Germany. Like hanging out in the oldest pub in England with friends from the UK. Like sitting in the office and someone plays my favorite song. Like sitting in the office and someone makes a stupid joke. Like waking up in the morning and hearing church bells ring, reminding me of my childhood home. Like waking up in the morning and realizi

Home is where the heart is. Home is where the Wi-Fi connects itself. Home is where Siri still thinks I live. I’ve been away from home now for 6 months. I’ve never been away from home for more than 6 months. Over Christmas I spent some days at my dad’s house, and I thought what the heck am I doing moving so far away that I have to get on a plane every time I want to come home? Over Christmas I spent some days at my old flat, and I thought what the heck am I doing leaving friends, family and my cat behind? Coming back to the UK after Christmas strangely felt like a relief. All the worries slowly faded away, and I got reminded of why I chose to move away. Why I chose to leave my comfort zone, why I chose to leave everything behind. Why I chose to move to a new country with only two suitcases. I love the city I grew up in, and I won’t say that I’m never moving back. But for the past two years I felt like I needed to get out of there. I felt like if I don’