Turning page

Moving is tense. It stirs up all of the memories – the good and the bad. The missing, the losses, but also the gains, victories and good times. Every obstacle along the way led me to this temporary chaos to close a chapter and start a new one.

This page I am turning is heavy. But beautiful.
I am so grateful for it all.

We are temporary arrangements.

Sleeping At Last – Turning Page

Avalanche

The domino effect is just at the starting line, waiting for the green light. So much planning goes into a move. It is exciting and exhausting.
But doing it together is nice.

3 weeks to go. Then we are there. Both.

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Avalanche

Focus

My mind is all over the place at all times now, preparing for a move that’s due in a month. It’s been over 7 years that I last moved, and back then, within the city.

Lists, to-dos, plans, measures, buerocracy, chaos, excitement, happiness, anxiety, love. All at once.
My nights are long and I can’t stop thinking. Exciting times.

Occam – I Was a Dervish (Gábor Deutsch Mantramix)

Depth over distance

You are the only one always knowing what to do to calm me down and make me feel loved. Tiny gestures, or big ones. With surprises as cool as night time stories. ❤
It’s not a competition, but You have won.

I can only hope I can lift you up the same way.

Madrugada (Duet with Ane Brun) – Lift me

Ordinary days

We are creatures of habit. Micro-habits can lead to achieving many things and habits in general are the spine of the ordinary days. It’s a balancing act, as the World around us doesn’t stop for us, so we could stay in the same position. The carousel never stops turning. And sometimes, milestones are in front of us, and it just feels like everything is new and in motion.

We are temporary arrangements.

It’s the middle of the night, and I am so excited for the new chapter starting tomorrow, that I can not sleep. I can’t wait to see how it all works out, but want to cherish each moment as they go.

I am so grateful. Ich ❤ mein Leben.

JJ Heller – Ordinary Days