a forest full of blossoms, but my story stays the same
After a few weeks in Berlin I realized what I love about my old life. Being so close to my family’s home that visiting was always possible. Coming back to uni and time at my place, not only work. And so much comfort in the life I built for myself. I miss all of that, and I don't. Being content where you are is important, and so I am trying to experience these thoughts as the happiness I sometimes find hard to hold on to.