There are moments in life where you start to separate periods with “before” and “after”.
I found this picture of me that andrea took “before”.
I miss my old life, i find it hard to be in between of all this, not set up, not feeling really at home or comfortable anywhere. I miss the streets of hamburg, the hafen, the elbe, my quiet and spacious flat, my bed there. I would give anything to be able to take a long bath, and then lay in my bed with my cats beside me for a short break, just for tonight…
I was there, i knew i would leave, and i tried to enjoy of everything as much as possible… how could all of this be over now? I guess i have one more of these moments… deep, down, under.