Kelze - Hofgeismar (Hessen, Germany)
The house is gone. Someone else got it. The decision was painful for me. The whole thing wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for the way it happened. The first inquiry received a response – we'd be welcome to view the house. Days of silence followed. A new message from me that received no reaction. And then it was gone. I waited, and they let me down. Without an answer, just like that.
The hope of finding something here in the area has evaporated. After a few days, I came to terms with it. It's somehow okay that it turned out this way. I realized this during a walk. It was more a feeling than an insight. It calmed me inside. It's also okay that we're setting off again and leaving this place. I'm closing that chapter.
I was often outside, took many walks – across fields and through the forest. All together over 100 kilometers. I only had to open the door and could set off. I didn't have to drive anywhere. That was wonderful. But nature here has its limits. I encountered deer, rabbits, and raccoons, but still something was missing. I don't feel remotely the same as I do on the coasts of Brittany. This landscape here has no magic.
The right thing will reveal itself to us when the time is ripe. That's what I whisper to myself. Somewhere in this world there must be a place for us. I just don't know whether I'm still running away or whether I'm moving toward something. Perhaps I'm still running because I'm so often struggling with doubt. It probably has something to do with making a decision. When we decide on a place, then I'll know. But we're not there yet.
The house is gone. Someone else got it. The decision was painful for me. The whole thing wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for the way it happened. The first inquiry received a response – we'd be welcome to view the house. Days of silence followed. A new message from me that received no reaction. And then it was gone. I waited, and they let me down. Without an answer, just like that.
The hope of finding something here in the area has evaporated. After a few days, I came to terms with it. It's somehow okay that it turned out this way. I realized this during a walk. It was more a feeling than an insight. It calmed me inside. It's also okay that we're setting off again and leaving this place. I'm closing that chapter.
I was often outside, took many walks – across fields and through the forest. All together over 100 kilometers. I only had to open the door and could set off. I didn't have to drive anywhere. That was wonderful. But nature here has its limits. I encountered deer, rabbits, and raccoons, but still something was missing. I don't feel remotely the same as I do on the coasts of Brittany. This landscape here has no magic.
The right thing will reveal itself to us when the time is ripe. That's what I whisper to myself. Somewhere in this world there must be a place for us. I just don't know whether I'm still running away or whether I'm moving toward something. Perhaps I'm still running because I'm so often struggling with doubt. It probably has something to do with making a decision. When we decide on a place, then I'll know. But we're not there yet.