There´s no place like home

Katja Uncategorized Leave a Comment

Mountains. Sea. My old bedroom. The sound of snow crunching under our feet. Fire place. Grandma´s beef soup. Skiing. The falling apart playground in the park. Christmas lights. Drunken teenagers on the last bus back from the centre. Memories. The smell of warm cookies. Wine. Wineeeee. Family. Friends. Love. The ever barking dog of our neighbours. More Fridays with plane tickets. Me & Lu. And just me. For the next 3 weeks. And South Pacific after that. No alarm clocks, no meetings, no phone calls, no every day hectic. No job, no kindergarten. Until mid March. 3 days to go! Adios Germany. Soon :).

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