the life I dream of awaits me once again

an ode to home, nourishing nostalgia & unlocking secrets

i’m leaving tomorrow to embark on another solo journey of 4 weeks. first stop is spain. i catch myself sobbing uncontrollably although i intended to enjoy my last evening at home with dancing in my room with my disco ball and cowboy hat, crowning graciously my head. i feel all feels and that’s okay. that’s valid. somehow strange, that although i wanted to leave so badly once again, run away from a loneliness & misunderstanding i only experience here in germany, and at the same time i feel the immense homesickness already. what this shows me every time is that i don’t connect home to a country in particular, i connect it to my bedroom.