Home is...
The last pages of my life chapter, "Assistant Teacher in England" are written, and I just can not imagine that I'm already two weeks in Germany - on one hand. On the other hand, this is again a feeling that never left.
The departure from England was easy and difficult, sad and anticipation, and in itself not a proper farewell. It is me again and again move there, at least as a visitor. I've got family there, after all
Since my plane late on the evening of 31 March in Hannover landed and I had to wait in the airport hall to my parents, who had been a misunderstanding in Bremen, I have hardly sat still. Now I'm sitting
in the library of the university, enjoy the background noise (rattling cups, clicking keyboards, the sound of the air vents) and enjoy the feeling of arriving at. Behind me are endless travel, many visits - not to forget and move.
Now I miss my happiness only my wife ... and the days have become countable on one hand. Tomorrow they are already digit.
Fine. Then I'm back home.
