On a sunny Sunday morning my parents came to visit me. It was the Sunday before school started after six long weeks of summer break.
For me this wasn’t just the beginning of another new year, it was a whole new chapter of my life. My first real job as a real teacher ever. New classes, new surroundings, new role. This was a big deal, still is in fact.
For those of you who know us in person and have been over to our apartment, this might come as a bit of a schock: We do, in fact, have a third roommate.
I live in a rather small town, but it has most of the things you’d expect from city life. Wherever you find a large group of people in one place, I sometimes wonder how this community works on the inside.
Who are the many people in the background who connect all the links in the chain to make sure that life in the city works?
When I visited the UK in May I also took a one day trip to Oxford.
Whenever people at university talked about Oxford, they would have a certain tone of awe and admiration in their voice.
Such an old town with so much history.
One of the oldest universities in the world.
So many great minds who have come from there.
Oxford is quite something. Continue reading “Oxford”
One of the great gifts of writing is connecting with other writers. This normally happens online through others. But oh, what joy when you get to meet them face to face! Today I get to introduce Anna to you – a friend who lives in the same city like me with such a unique view of the world. Her thoughts and pictures are truly amazing. If you speak German, you should definitely check out her blog! Continue reading “Not Just a Pair of Socks”
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.
When you’re on a trip or vacation with me, you might need some patience.
I can’t “just” walk the streets or run around town.
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