Moments of nostalgy…
The interesting thing is that the recent moving does not feel as such a huge change as it used to feel years ago. Just another exciting and very different place – but still on the same old map of Europe.
In the past 7 years I moved 11 times… Once it was just 700 meters, once it was 2,200 kilometers. I was a 17-year old kid when leaving my parents back then, and I didn’t know anything useful about the world.
Now it’s 7 years later. I’ve learnt two more languages and I’ve started another two during that time. I’ve gone to the best high school and university I could imagine. I’ve started one of the most intercultural business career paths possible. I’ve lived by the sea, by a lake, by a river, by a brook, in a forest. From the windows of my room I’ve seen medieval roofs, 50’s roofs, spruces, lilac bushes, birches, smoothed rocks, giant chess game, calm street with a colorful wooden houses, the 6 bikes that I used to have (four of which got stolen, one got destroyed), a headquarters of an army hidden in a bunker-mountain, a brick chimney, a wooden sauna… …and the sun.
I was contemplating the sun from the windows of my consecutive homes. Sometimes it was glaring through branches of trees. Sometimes it was gleaming in a lake or in the snow. Sometimes glittering through a fresh morning or warming my soul during a long evening. And sometimes the sun even stayed on the sky, or somewhere behind the trees, during the whole night as well – and thus filling up my body with a limitless calmness, silence, belief in a bright future… and also with motivation, spring-clear energy and with euphoria… That was my sun there on all of those skies.
So that was my past 7 years. Ups and downs, but terrific after all.
So what’s next?
