Sometimes I find myself kicking and screaming, telling myself I want more than what I’ve got in Germany. This sentiment has recently been strengthened after talking with S. over a couple of Kölsch last night about our respective vacations (mine in Finland, hers in Brazil) and agreeing that it’d be cool to just live where we want, work to make just enough for food/shelter, and research on our own.
Then, every so often, something will make me feel at home. Kind of like seeing this view every day on my walks with Maxie.
And then I just get even more discombobulated about the whole thing.
Then, every so often, something will make me feel at home. Kind of like seeing this view every day on my walks with Maxie.
And then I just get even more discombobulated about the whole thing.
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