Two of my closest friends got married over the last few weeks (not to each other). That's two weddings I've missed because of distance. Even though not being there completely sucked, I've realised that it doesn't change our importance in each others' lives.
I feel like we have all become so overly sensitive about how much we talk or not talk, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, Whatsapp, Skype not making that better. So let's remind ourselves to not take everything personally, take offence or make it about ourselves in these situations. Most of the time, it is less about ourselves and more about just accepting life for what it is, how technology has changed the way we interact with each other and of most importantly, empathising with one another.
We're about 2 weeks away from das Baby's due date, which means it's the last few days of pregnancy. While it has been a wonderful time (minus the sickness, mainly), I cannot wait for the next part and moreover, I cannot wait to go back to experiencing my non-pregnant body.
I always make a big deal about my birthday- the day, the week AND the month. And this time, on the weekend of June 30th, Hamburg, my new home, my safe haven, echoed my sentiments exactly- it was the weekend of a relentless, never-ending drizzle.
One of the most distinct memories of when I cried about something unreal was the time Sirius Black died in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, not the first time I was reading it, no. It was the third time. I knew it was going to happen but my silent sobs became louder as I inched closer to the dreaded page.
Last time this year, I was cold, homesick, lost and fighting to keep hope flickering. After all that sadness, all those tears and screams that Heiko had to endure, we have found a system that keeps things going. It's not perfect, but it is something. I have found a version of me that has adapted to this strange land, full of its strange people...
Have you ever started digging for an old photograph and found yourself spending hours looking through tens of folders of other pictures, losing track of which one you started out looking for in the first place? This has happened to me more often lately because I'm being allergic to organizing my files onto my new laptop. I think it's my (not so) secret indulgence- reliving moments from the past ...