I don’t know why I decided to write in English even though it’s not my mother tongue. I just followed my gut by doing so. Somehow it feels like me, like home.
To me home is not only the house or the city I live in. Nor is it the street I live on. It’s a feeling of being connected to myself entirely. This hugging warmth within me, covering my whole body, giving me a home I don’t ever wanna move out of.
So far I have created a pretty spacious place, which I am trying to fill with love, empathy and patience towards myself and others equally.
To recognize my patterns growing up, picking up fickle emotions, to differentiate while bringing my very own house in order, is gonna be a lifelong process. That I am sure of. But it’s worth the work. I am now able to pursue my dreams as a professional writer and even more so a storyteller and artist.
On my site I write about being human, share my drawings and gladly bring some joy and laughs into your lives by doing so. HAPPY ANYWAYS is my baby project. It‘s a column about experiencing life – simply and truly.
By the way: My travel and deep s… columns were originally written in German. You can find the English translations directly below the texts.
Thanks for being curious. Happy to have you guys.
