Letters from Somewhere No.125
Sometimes life feels fulfilling, but often it does not. A lot depends on my mood. When it is good, I see the positive things in life. When it is bad, there is only darkness and no sense of meaning in…
Letters from Somewhere No.124
Although I do so much every day, I am making progress only very slowly. If at all. Often I have the feeling that I am simply wasting my time. Because at the end of a day I rarely feel fulfilled or…
Letters from Somewhere No.123
One morning I wake up in feelings of sadness and emptiness that I can only slowly shake off. My gaze drifts to the garden, where I witness a territorial dispute between a crow and a very aggressive…
Letters from Somewhere No.122
I am tired. Very tired. And exhausted. Not just from the past few days, but for weeks and months. We have been in the new house for two weeks now – an old house with a large garden that we are…
Letters from Somewhere No.121
The missing begins. One day before we leave. It's raining, and that means we can no longer go to the forest for one last walk. Most things are packed, including the hiking boots, which I don't want…
Letters from Somewhere No.120
I'm nervous, but I can't quite pinpoint why. There could be several reasons, but two come to mind immediately: the upcoming move or work. Work is no longer a happy place for me. Everything has taken…
Letters from Somewhere No.119
The nomadic life is coming to an end. We are moving into a house we have rented. It sits in a village, removed from the hustle of cities and nestled between wide fields and forests. The sky is darker…
Letters from Somewhere No.118
The rain surprises us. It begins at the very moment we walk across the already water-soaked meadow and plunge into the forest. It grows stronger the further we go along our usual path. I enjoy the…
Letters from Somewhere No.117
When I was a child, there was an information series of five-minute films called **Der 7. Sinn** (The 7th Sense). This 7th sense stands for intuition or a premonition that something is going to…
Letters from Somewhere No.116
I work for a startup in Berlin – completely remote from the very beginning. That was a condition for me to even start. This way of working is normal there, quite different from southern Germany,…