One evening in July, news of an attack in Munich made the headlines. Rumors of a terrorist attack spread quickly before the police retorted and controlled the situation.
I was sitting together with a few teacher colleagues when we got the news. We sighed. Just two days later we were supposed to visit Munich on a class trip.
Should we still go? Would it be too much of a risk to take students to a city where the sense of safety had been disrupted so suddenly?
I am really honored to have my friend Tori on the blog today. We met while I lived in th US and her family has welcomed me with open arms. Since then, we’ve met up several times in different countries, and I am glad to have Tori and her thoughts in my life.
For the last two months I’ve been an involuntary part of a construction site.
The house next to ours was completely torn down and then rebuilt from the ground. Most of the time we were all just fed up by the constant noise and the construction workers who always showed up way too early. Continue reading “Living under Construction”
Are you good at waiting? Sometimes waiting can become really dreadful, it wears you out and you become really impatient. Circumstances can become exhausting and you just long for relief.
It’s Hannah’s third day of sharing about being a mother. Click here for part 1 and part 2! Continue reading “A Watch with a Story”
It’s Hannah’s second day of sharing her mundane narratives – click here for part 1 if you missed it!
Today I have the immense pleasure to introduce my friend Hannah to you. We met through Unterwegs, a student group we’re both part of, and meet up for coffee, dinners, chats ever since. She and her husband are such great encouragers and friends! For the next three days, Hannah will share a few mundane narratives of her own. Continue reading “A Coat to Grow Out Of”
A few weeks ago I walked up the hill behind my house nearly every evening. There was simply too much on my mind, too many unanswered questions. I felt trapped and boxed in, I just needed to get out.
With every time I walk up that hill behind my house, I discover something new.
A new shade of green.
An old caste you can see from afar.
The way the fog lingers in the valleys. Continue reading “Old Houses are for Old Souls”
Five years ago I moved into my apartment.
It took me quite a while to find it and I have been blessed by it ever since. What a great place with an amazing view of the city.
